Chapter 68 My Dream

We almost sprinted to Jiangyi’s location. At the moment, Jiangyi was staring at a certain place on the ground, frowning and silent.

This was the most profound expression I had seen on Jiangyi since I met him, but I didn’t care about that. I just looked down at the ground, where there were several rows of words written in blood, very messy. I had forgotten to see what they said for a moment, but Xiaobei had already put his hands over the rows of words and said chokingly, “It was written by Brother Hui.”

My head was slightly dizzy, and I endured the feeling of dizziness for a while before I could concentrate on reading the meaning of the writing.

Low-level, irrational, effective in 5 minutes.

Advanced, human mutation, Lu Wei is not dead, he has already mutated.

Brothers, time is running out. Don’t be sad. The soul has ascended. Please also tell my loved ones.

These were the last words of Lao Hui. I suddenly realized that I didn’t understand them. What was low-level and high-level? But I didn’t want to think about it. I only noticed the words “Lu Weisheng” and my heart was overwhelmed by the sudden outburst of anger that had drowned all reason!

No wonder Grandmaster wanted to tell me to beat him up, and preferably kill him. It’s just that he didn’t tell me to kill him, and I hate my own spiritual power. My power is still shallow, and even if I invite Grandmaster, because of the constraints of my body, I can’t even exert half of Grandmaster’s power… If I could, Grandmaster would definitely solve all the hidden dangers here cleanly.

Finally, my eyes fell on the last row of handwriting, which was what Lao Hui had said to us. I guess it was almost time, as he said, so his last row of handwriting was particularly messy, but I understood what he meant. He told us not to be sad about his body, and he wasn’t sad either. In the end, he still firmly remembered my (Grandmaster’s) words鈥攖he soul is sublimated.

Yes, Lao Hui, your soul can be sublimated. You are a hero.

I’m not sad, I must not be sad, because you have gone to a better place. But suddenly, I screamed in a frenzy, “Lu Fanming, I will kill you with my own hands, until your soul is scattered to the four winds.”

I have never hated anyone so much. Lu Fanming is the first. He must die, and I will do it myself.

My shout aroused the emotions of the brothers present, and they all shouted, “Count me in!”

“I want to do it myself!”

Buddhism forbids killing, but at this moment, Huigen also spoke up: “Buddha is merciful, but there is also a law enforcement Vajra. I will not be that merciful Buddha, I will be that Vajra who raises the butcher’s knife.” As he spoke, Huigen suddenly put away his rosary and casually put it in his pocket. He then said, “From now on, I will pick up the Vajra. My Vajra does not cut clothes, it only drinks the blood of the evil people in this world.”

My hands trembled as I took Hui Gen’er in my arms. I wanted to say something, but I couldn’t. Should I tell Hui Gen’er about love and compassion? Or should the world use violence to fight violence at certain times? To completely purge the evil? Hui Gen’er had not participated in the whole operation with Lao Hui and me, but what he saw now was undoubtedly the most brutal scene. The hero’s remains were casually desecrated and even turned into a monster. Perhaps at this moment, Hui Gen’er’s character began to change.

I suddenly felt a little dazed. I thought of Master Hui’s tattoo, and Hui Gen’er’s tattoo, the fierce-looking “Fierce Buddha,” or is it a Buddha? Could this tattoo also express a meaning? Bloody hands, merciful heart?

Master Hui, you are far, far away. I hope you don’t blame me, and don’t blame the course of fate. I am Hui Gen’er’s brother. As long as he is right, I will always be the one in front of him or behind him.

Danger, I will be in front of him.

I will support him in his actions! Master, Master Hui, you have left to pursue the illusory Kunlun. Maybe one day we will follow in your footsteps. But for now, it is time for us to grow up.

Although fate is a cycle, perhaps we also have our own different paths.

I don’t know why I thought of all this, but I felt like I was in a trance. I was supposed to be supporting Hui Gen, but in the end I was leaning on him.

In a trance, I heard someone say to Jiang Yi, “He escaped through a secret passage. He followed the secret passage and found traces of a car.”

“The little devil’s body is suppressed by secret methods.”

“What, there is such a secret method?” It was Jiangyi’s voice.

Then I heard Jiangyi shout at me, “Chen Chengyi, Chen Chengyi, did you do this? Chen Chengyi…?”

I really wanted to answer Jiangyi, but I found that I had no strength to speak. After experiencing the fighting, the parting, and the deep sorrow, my emotions seemed to have been exhausted, and I couldn’t hold on anymore.

With a thud, I fell face-up on the ground. My eyes were half-open. I just felt really comfortable lying down. I heard a few anxious voices, but I couldn’t tell who was who anymore.

The last voice I heard was Jiang Yi saying, “It’s okay, he’s experienced too many emotions. I’ve taken measures so he won’t sleep the day away.”

In dreams, there is no concept of time. In dreams, everything is so pure and beautiful.

Dreams can sometimes be frightening, but sometimes they can also be very pleasant.

I know very well that I am dreaming at the moment, because I have a persistent obsession in my heart, that one day I will find Kunlun and see my master, or at least see him.

This thought has taken root in my soul, and it prevents me from completely indulging in the rare beauty of my dreams. But not indulging doesn’t mean I’m not indulging. I’m indulging in this dream.

It was a small, elegant bamboo house. In the summer, the wind blew through, and the bamboo rustled…

In front of the familiar corridor, Master was drinking tea in a comfortable manner, still looking like a slacker. He was telling my father about how the town’s young ladies had such good figures. In the kitchen, I could vaguely see my mother’s figure, busy preparing the meal for later. The familiar fragrance made my smile spread across my face.

“What are you laughing at? Go and get your wife and that little brat Ruoyue to come back for dinner.” Suddenly, Master’s shoe was thrown at me, and it landed on my body. Looking at Master, I felt a sense of contentment and happiness. I wanted to cry, but I just smiled foolishly. I quickly said, “Oh,” and went to find my wife and Ruoyue…

Well, my wife is Ru Xue. She went to the bamboo forest with Ru Yue to pick mushrooms. After the rain, the mushrooms grew just right.

I let out a sigh and quickly turned around. I wanted to see Ru Xue, I really wanted to, and I also wanted to see my sister Ru Yue, so I walked quickly.

But at this moment, the master stopped me and said loudly, “Bring my eldest nephew and my youngest nephew.”

What? Who is that? I turned around and looked at the master in confusion.

“Look at you, you’re so stupid. You’re not even half as smart or as handsome as I am! Really, I told you to bring Huijue and Huigen over. They’re fishing over there. Don’t you remember? I’m Huijue’s uncle.” The master looked at me with dissatisfaction.

I was helpless, but I didn’t dare say anything.

But then, a familiar voice came into my ears: “Who are you, Uncle? Do you want to fight one-on-one?”

I turned around and saw Master Hui, who was full of atmosphere. He was holding a round child. Wasn’t that Hui Gen? Round face, round eyes… How did he become a child?

I was surprised that I had such a strange thought. Shouldn’t Huigen be like this?

But then, a burst of laughter like a silver bell entered my ears again. I turned around again and saw that Ru Yue was looking at me and smiling. She said to Ru Xue, “Mai Mai, sister, look at this ‘Gu Gu’ (brother) who looks so silly.”

Next to her, a woman of such perfection, her gentle, watery gaze gently falling on me, not distant, not cold, not calm, just gentle.

“My dream, my dream, I don’t have to go to Kunlun anymore…” I muttered, and suddenly tears rolled down my cheeks. Suddenly, a warm hand held me, and it was Ru Xue.

And a familiar voice came to my ear: “Chengyi, Chengyi, are you awake?”