Chapter 103: Eight Changes in Dreams
"Chief, is it unlucky to leave the coffin in its original place?"
Along the bamboo forest path at Changfeng Temple, a group of men in blue and black uniforms were busy working in the open space. The original bamboo pavilion had been demolished, and new building materials were being hauled up one after another. The central supervisor, camera in hand, shouted, "You still have to wear your helmets! We need to take pictures for the record."
Bai Jingze stood aside, examining the blueprints. Hearing this, he instructed the person next to him, "The existing layout remains unchanged. If he likes bamboo, then use it as an exterior decoration. The interior must be reinforced concrete—remember to arrange the plumbing and electrical wiring neatly."
The abbot rubbed his hands with emotion and said, "Oh, you even asked the bureau to allocate funds this time. You are so polite!"
"He is also my cousin. I'm using a private account," Bai Jing said with a sly smile. "But I did hire experienced people from the bureau. They work quickly and reliably."
The Taoist priest in charge of the abbey thought to himself: Yes, using ghosts and puppets to tie steel bars and build walls is something you don’t find outside.
Bai Jingze suddenly remembered something: "Where is Heye?"
The abbot replied, "Oh, I went down the mountain for a stroll."
Bai Jing was a little surprised. He pointed at Fang Ya, who was helping with the work in the distance with his sleeves rolled up and a sullen face, and asked, "But why isn't Xiao Fang following?"
The abbot took one look and understood: "That's why he has such a gloomy face."
"The one following He Ye is..." Bai Jingze's mouth twitched slightly.
The abbot laughed and said, "It's okay, I'll ask someone to help keep an eye on it, nothing will happen."
Bai Jingze smiled and exchanged a few polite words with him, but in his heart he was thinking, this Taoist priest from Changfeng Temple doesn't seem to be good at Qimen Dunjia, but what else...
People are always particularly concerned about things that they suddenly can't remember.
Bai Jingze pondered for a long time, and on his way back, he suddenly noticed something. He lowered his eyes and found that there was no shadow under the other person's feet.
...Oh, I remembered it all of a sudden!
It's a shadow.
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Changfeng Town is as bustling as ever.
Long Zhu was pushing a wooden wheelchair down the street. In the wheelchair sat a young man wearing a white Taoist robe with a slanting collar. He was looking around with a look of curiosity on his face.
Long Zhu: “…”
It all started with a text message from Zhou Peng that morning. She'd been thinking about him for a while, remembering he was the police officer father of the girl she'd taken from Yuwei Village. He'd politely paid her parking fine and towed the impounded Xiali to the town police station, telling her she could pick it up if she needed it.
Ever since she lost her car, Long Zhu's means of transportation had become walking or hitchhiking. Unexpectedly, she could find her car back. She was delighted to go down the mountain, but just as she left the Taoist temple, she found someone following her.
She lowered her head and stared at the back of his head, wondering: When he was little, he looked just like any other human child, so why did he become so old-fashioned when he grew up? He wasn't that old, but every time Fang Ya solemnly called him "Master" or "Abbey Master," it seemed perfectly natural.
If she imagined that this kind of address was given to Meng Caiyun or Wang Fengxu, she would feel uncomfortable.
As the two passed by a street of handicrafts, Bai He suddenly looked up and stared at a certain place for a long time.
Long Zhu followed his gaze and saw a row of familiar fat tits squatting on the shelf, with a label printed underneath: Handmade felt long-tailed tits.
He wouldn't really like this, would he?
Long Zhu thought about it, then took out his phone and walked into the store, pointing at the white ball and asked, "How much is this?"
The aunt who was watching over the shop was taking a nap on the counter. Upon hearing this, she proudly moved the covered part of the label: Handmade felt long-tailed tit, 80/piece.
The corner of Long Zhu's eye twitched, and her outstretched hand froze in mid-air. She lowered her eyes to glance at her remaining balance of sixty-nine and said, "It wasn't this price last time."
She originally had a card given by Chen Fujun, but unfortunately she had thrown it in the armrest of the car and couldn't remember it for a while.
"There's a price difference between off-season and peak-season, right? This is a popular IP in the Lubo Mountain Scenic Area, and other stores charge fifty yuan each!" The auntie retorted contemptuously, "But only ours is purely handmade. Those others have crooked noses and eyes. If you don't believe me, compare! Oh, it's really not expensive. Who doesn't have a three-digit budget these days?"
After hearing this, Long Zhu walked away dejectedly, with a dark cloud hanging over his head.
Bai He also looked at the shelves thoughtfully. After the two of them left the store for a long distance, he turned back and pulled her sleeve.
Long Zhu lowered his head in confusion and saw the other party blinking cunningly and pointing his finger backwards.
She looked in the direction it pointed, and as she turned her head, her cheek bumped into something white.
The little white felt bird that had escaped was flapping its wings, which were so short that they were almost non-existent, rising and falling in the air, trying hard to get close.
She was surprised: "Didn't you lose your memory?" She reacted in an instant and found it even more incredible: "Controlling spiritual power by instinct? You..."
Bai He also smiled and waved his index finger, and the long-tailed tit obediently landed on Long Zhu's hand: "This is for you."
Long Zhu suddenly realized: He originally thought that I wanted to buy this.
So he pressed the fat thing on the man's head and said, "Keep it for yourself. It suits you very well."
Bai He was also stunned for a moment, reached out to take the felt ball down, and stared at it in a daze.
The spiritual power was still over-injected. The bird was dissatisfied with being imprisoned in the palm of his hand and struggled angrily. It pecked at his tiger's mouth with its round beak, and it was surprisingly strong.
Bai He didn't expect that the ball he made would be so aggressive. He let out a puzzled "Ah?" and let the ball escape from the cage. It proudly flew back and squatted on his head.
A question like an affirmative sentence came from above my head: "Want some ice cream?"
The commercial street is bustling with people, and the shops along the street are filled with all kinds of special snacks from all over the country. Locals simply don't care about them, but foreign tourists can always experience the exotic customs from them, even if it is a chain store that is everywhere.
The most popular business at the moment is the Turkish ice cream sold by a shop assistant wearing a red felt hat.
Long Zhu looked at the price: ten yuan each.
Affordable.
The clerk had just finished playing a trick on a red-hot customer and was about to repeat the same trick. He held out the spoon with ice cream on it. The short-haired woman reached out to take it as if unintentionally. The clerk smiled mischievously and was about to do a fancy flip, but when he looked closely, the spoon was empty.
What’s going on?!
The clerk was still wondering what had happened, and hadn't seen clearly what had happened, but Long Zhu had already calmly walked away with two ice creams.
"Which one do you want?" Long Zhu held one in each hand and placed it in front of Bai Heye: "Milk and coconut."
Bai He also stared at her hands back and forth, but did not give any result for a while.
Long Zhu understood: "...I'll give you both. I'll go buy another one."
She returned to the clerk and said, "Buy another coconut."
The clerk stared at her with a scorching gaze, his face full of provocation, and his hands became cautious and alert. He was well aware of this prank and vowed to save the store's reputation.
Before he could do anything fancy, Long Zhu was already impatient and "grabbed" the spoon before it was even put out, took a bite and walked away leisurely, leaving the clerk with a puzzled look on his face.
This is really meeting an opponent!
The sky in the distance is clear and cloudless.
Under the clear blue sky, the two of them sat on the stone railings on the street and leisurely ate ice cream.
Long Zhu glanced sideways inadvertently, and saw the young man in white Taoist robes was completely unaware. He was still holding two ice creams and savoring them with relish, taking a bite on the left and then a bite on the right, enjoying them equally.
She couldn't help but wonder: Has he never had ice cream before? And he didn't look like the type of person who would ask his apprentice for ice cream.
The other party's spiritual energy circulation has gradually recovered, and perhaps he will return to his normal appearance in another day... But at this moment, she suddenly felt that losing memory was not a bad thing.
"Master!!" An inspiring shout suddenly came from the opposite street.
Long Zhu narrowed his eyes and saw several familiar figures - it was the four-person Maserati group from that day.
The blond man ran over excitedly from a distance as if he had seen his idol: "Master! Why are you..." Before he could finish his words, his eyes turned to the wheelchair beside him and his voice suddenly stopped.
Long Zhu threw the crispy tail of the ice cream cone into his mouth, clapped his hands and stood up, naturally holding onto the wheelchair, and chewed twice with his cheeks puffed out: "Hmm?"
The blond man seemed to have suffered a huge blow. He covered his mouth with his hands in pain, took two steps back, and leaned on the shoulder of the girl with dreadlocks. "Master, I didn't expect you to be reduced to being... a caregiver?!"
Long Zhu: “Ah?”
A silver-gray Maserati slowly drove out of a car repair shop across the street. The dent on the hood disappeared, and the entire car looked brand new.
The boy in the driver's seat honked the horn twice triumphantly: "Guys, the car is fixed, we can go down the mountain!"
All his friends gathered around Long Zhu, and no one paid any attention to him for the time being.
At the same time, a blind man begging on the street passed by the shopping street and was tripped by a mischievous child holding a toy.
Bai He also looked over and saw that the man had his eyes tightly closed. There seemed to be bloodstains on the corners of his eyes from accidentally falling. His brows were furrowed, and his hands were groping on the ground, picking up his sunglasses and about to put them on.
The ice cream ball fell to the ground with a plop.
Bai He's heart skipped a beat, the corners of his eyes twitched unconsciously, and he suddenly covered his head with his hands. His jade-like eyes contracted, revealing complete panic and fear.
When he saw the bloodstains in the blind man's eyes, the nightmare that had been abandoned in the corner of his memory was somehow awakened. An image of a woman lying on the ground with bloodshot eyes appeared before his eyes. The pitch-black forbidden lines twisted and spun, stinging his eyes, as if the blood was also flowing from his own eye sockets...
Long Zhu Xuyu realized something was wrong: "What's wrong with you?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the asphalt road surface suddenly broke open, as if a bloody mouth appeared out of thin air, biting the road horizontally - the ground vibrated and countless tiny cracks spread like roots, and the whole street was filled with ochre smoke and dust. The crowd began to flee in panic, shouting that there was an earthquake.
"Ah!!" A shrill scream came from the Maserati. Everyone looked back and saw that no one was fine, but a big hole was smashed in the hood of the car by the falling rocks.
The blond man said with a sad face: "No way? Again?!...Are we really that hard to kill?!"
Long Zhu casually threw out a stream of spiritual energy, temporarily covering the street. He turned around and pressed Bai Heye's shoulders. As soon as he pulled away the other's hands that were covering his eyes, he found dark brown blood flowing from his eye sockets.
She was stunned.
What's going on?
Isn't that just a nightmare?
Accidents happen suddenly and there is no time to lose.
In an instant, a shadow emerged from the shadow under the wheelchair and suddenly spread out like a tarpaulin, instantly covering the young man in white. At the same time, it also split into several strands, sneaking into the shadows of the passers-by's feet, and then led their frightened and dazed bodies to flee quickly.
"I'll evacuate the crowd. Please bring the abbot back," a familiar voice came from the shadow attached to Bai Heye. "In his current state, only you can control him."
Long Zhu opened his eyes wide and immediately thought of the Taoist priest who was the abbot of Changfeng Temple.
Is he controlling shadows? I haven't heard of this ability much.
"His spiritual energy has stabilized, and the restriction shouldn't go out of control again."
Shadow sighed, "Deep sleep can easily lead to nightmares... He must have encountered 'that thing'."
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