Chapter 386 The God's Dream
Those who are powerful in transforming gods are all at the top of the immortal world.
They control the world, call the wind and rain, and are omnipotent. Each one of them can hold up a world.
No matter how strong the Nascent Soul cultivator is, he is not as good as one finger of the powerful one who transforms into gods. This is the consensus of the entire fairy world.
"Seniors, this Chu Liang can cultivate to the Nascent Soul in the lower realm where the world is incomplete. He must have a good character. He may not lose." The Nascent Soul monk from the Beihai Temple suddenly spoke, actually speaking for Chu Liang.
"You junior, you are just a Nascent Soul, how do you know the mystery of the realm of divine transformation?" A master of divine transformation asked him.
"I don't know." The Yuanying monk shook his head.
"Then shut up, don't pretend to understand!" The master of transformation said coldly, "If fellow Taoist Da Meng loses to a Nascent Soul cultivator, it's better to just hit him to death!"
Hearing this, the Nascent Soul cultivator lowered his head slightly and stopped speaking.
Xu Shanhe's incarnation turned his head at this moment, looked at the master of transformation, and asked: "Du Beiting, do you know the mystery of the power of reincarnation?"
The god-changing monk named Du Beiting was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said, "I don't know."
Xu Shanhe said again: "Aren't you pretending to understand?"
"I……"
"Which of these two will win and who loses is hard to say in this fashion!"
Xu Shanhe said coldly: "In my opinion, Chu Liang has a great chance of winning!"
Du Beiting's face was a little ugly. Xu Shanhe actually used his own words to reprimand him, but he didn't know how to refute.
In terms of strength and words, he couldn't compare to Xu Shanhe, so he simply snorted and stopped talking.
He was naturally dissatisfied, but the results hadn't come out yet, so it was useless to say more.
When Dameng Shenjun wins, he plans to give Xu Shanhe a few words.
Emperor Beihai was a little curious and asked one more question: "Old ghost Xu, what is the relationship between this kid and you?"
Xu Shanhe replied: "After the old friend."
"oh."
Hearing this, the Beihai Emperor was thoughtful and stopped asking.
The top of Mount Tai suddenly became quiet.
The Yuan Shen Tao Fruit will not mature for a hundred years, and they have an agreement not to fight in this lower realm, so they are not in a hurry now and plan to see the result of the battle between Dameng Shenjun and Chu Liang first.
As for the cultivation method of Yuan Shen Dao Fruit, it originally belonged to Wu Xiaoyun, the leader of Yinhun Sect.
But now it has been obtained by the Great Dream Lord.
Everything can only be said after he wakes up.
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However, the Great Dream God Lord in the reincarnation has sunk even deeper than Chu Liang, and is almost beyond redemption.
He has long forgotten his true identity.
Every reincarnation is a new life for him.
He has been an emperor, a beggar, practiced Taoism, and entered Confucianism. He has gone through life after life, sinking deeper and deeper into reincarnation.
"Unexpectedly, he, who is a powerful god who practices the dream path of reincarnation, would sink so deeply in the dream of reincarnation." Chu Liang seemed to be a bystander, quietly watching the Great Dream God spend one life after another.
He has entered the reincarnation world of the Great Dream Lord for more than twenty lives, and has never appeared to meet the Great Dream Lord.
Years passed, time rushed, and another life of the Great Dream Lord came to an end.
A new life begins.
In this life, he became a fortune teller.
He calls himself "Yunhe Taoist" and brings fortune-telling flags and stalls to the south of the city every day. Through some specious and vague words, he gradually gains a lot of fame in the city and becomes a "half-immortal". title.
"A burst of worry followed by a burst of joy, one step up and one step down..."
I saw him shaking his head, his voice was low and lengthy, as if he was reciting a mantra. As he spoke, he pinched the two strands of beard hanging down at the corners of his mouth with his hands. He was wearing a shabby Taoist robe, and there was a glint in his eyes from time to time, and he looked like a lively expression. The shape of a stick.
In front of him sat a middle-aged businessman wearing a brocade robe.
After listening to his words, the businessman looked excited, nodded repeatedly, and said: "Master's calculation is so right! I have always been in trouble these years. Sometimes I make money, sometimes I lose money, and I never make any big progress. Isn't this just one step higher and one step lower? Oh? It’s really distressing!”
The Great Dream God nodded slightly, with a mysterious smile on his face, and did not say much.
The businessman added: "If I had known that the master was an immortal descended to earth, I should have come to visit you long ago!"
As he spoke, he reached for his waist, took out a gold ingot from his brocade bag, and respectfully presented it to Lord Dream.
With a smile on his face, he said: "Master, this is my idea."
Dameng Shenjun's expression turned stern, and his voice suddenly turned cold: "What are you doing? I'm dining on the rosy clouds, drinking the dew, and self-study. How can I care about such mundane possessions?"
"Yes, yes, I was reckless!"
The businessman trembled all over, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and he immediately took the gold ingot back.
He smiled apologetically and said, "I wonder what Master needs?"
Dameng Shenjun sat behind the stall and did not speak immediately. He lowered his eyes slightly and remained silent.
The businessman was very nervous, with more and more beads of sweat on his face, and his hands were clenched tightly, for fear of making the master dissatisfied.
After a long time, the Great Dream God slowly spoke: "That's all, I am living in the mortal world after all. This body is a mortal body after all and needs a place to stay."
The businessman understood the idea and immediately said: "Master, I have a village outside the city. It is surrounded by bamboo forests and has gurgling water in the courtyard. It is a pure place."
"Yes, Not Bad."
Dameng Shenjun's voice was calm, and no emotion could be heard.
Just like that, one fortune telling gave him an extra manor!
That night, he moved into the manor outside the city.
When talking with the merchant, his face was calm and expressionless, like a hermit.
But after the merchant left, he immediately showed his true colors.
"Haha, I finally have a place to stand!" He was so happy that he threw away the fortune-telling banner in his hand, his eyes were shining with joy, and he was completely different from his previous appearance.
If outsiders saw this look, they would be shocked.
How could a half-immortal appear so complacent?
Late at night, Lord Dream lay on the bed and said to himself: "These merchants in the city are really stupid. Just a few words can make them give their money obediently, and they won't have to worry about their future."
With this joyful mood, he fell asleep peacefully.
However, what he didn't expect was...
The next day, there was a fortune-telling stall in the alley in the south of the city where he often set up a stall to tell fortunes.
Chu Liang sat on the ground behind the stall, looking relaxed, his eyes closed, his temperament was particularly extraordinary, just like a hermit!
"Why is there someone here to steal my business?"
Lord Da Meng felt uncomfortable, with a cold face, he walked to the opposite side of Chu Liang and raised the fortune-telling banner high.
He stared at Chu Liang and said in his heart: "I have been running the business for a long time and have a wide network of contacts. You kid also want to fight with me? Let me see how I can make you get out of here in disgrace!"