Chapter 391 A Big Dream
After this day, Dameng Shenjun became a street rat.
Everyone shouts to beat him!
The four words "charlatan" tattooed on his face were extremely ugly. They had become integrated with his entire face and could not be removed at all.
Perhaps intimidated by his past majesty and reputation, most people who have been deceived by him still dare not come to him to settle accounts.
After all, just in case.
What if he is really an expert, but it is not convenient for him to show his magic power in the mortal world?
Most of them were only defrauded of a small amount of property, without any damage to their roots, and were unwilling to take risks for such a small amount of money.
But there are also people who come to him to settle accounts.
"Master Yunhe, please leave." The businessman came to the door, with a cold expression on his face, and expelled Lord Dream from his village.
Dameng Shenjun showed some anger and shouted: "I see that you are a good person, and I wanted to form a good relationship with you, but you are so ignorant!"
The businessman said coldly: "I don't need Master's kindness yet. If Master doesn't leave, don't blame me for finding someone to beat you away!"
"Okay, Pindao, let's go now! Don't regret it in the future!"
The Great Dream God snorted coldly, but his attitude remained tough. He took the items needed for fortune telling, stepped out of the gate of the manor, and left without looking back.
He deliberately slowed down to see if the businessman would catch up.
However……
Let alone catching up, the businessman didn't even say a word to persuade him to stay!
After walking far away, Dameng Shenjun's expression suddenly became depressed, and even his straight back became a little rickety.
He originally planned to go to another city if he couldn't survive in this city. There would always be a place where he could survive.
However, the words "charlatan" on his face completely destroyed all his thoughts!
"What should I do?"
He looked at the road ahead with a bit of confusion in his eyes.
For the current plan, the only way is to completely destroy the entire face and cover up the four tattoos with a lot of scars, and then continue to deceive.
But he really didn't want to do that. He didn't want to go down this painful road until the last moment.
"That's all, let's take it one step at a time."
He sighed and walked towards a broken Taoist temple in the south of the city. He planned to live in the broken Taoist temple for a while to see if there was any other way out.
When he first came to this city and his reputation had not yet spread, he lived in Po Tao Temple.
Along the way, all kinds of strange eyes glanced at me.
"Master Yunhe looks really down and out now."
"Where's the master? He's just a liar! Fortunately, I didn't ask him for fortune telling, otherwise I would have been defrauded of a fortune by him!"
"This piece of shit can only lie to people, and it will definitely lead to a bad death in the future!"
Various sounds sounded on both sides of the road.
Dameng Shenjun did not dare to refute, or even look at the others, so he lowered his head and quickened his pace.
"That's all, I can't stay in this city anymore. In a few days, I will leave here and find an escort to send me to another city."
His reputation in this city was completely ugly and he had no choice but to leave.
But the world was unstable, and he did not dare to go to another city alone for fear of encountering thieves who would rob him.
“Things are hard!”
He sighed and silently thought about the days to come.
After a while, the broken Taoist temple finally arrived.
Seeing that there was no one inside, he breathed a sigh of relief and walked quickly inside.
"Crunch..."
After closing the old wooden door of the Taoist temple, he wiped the sweat from his forehead, finally relaxed and planned to take a rest.
However, not long after, a "boom" was heard, and the wooden door of the Taoist temple was suddenly kicked open!
A group of people came outside the door, all of them looking fierce.
"What are you going to do?" Dameng Shenjun shouted, trying to calm down, but in his heart he was panicking because he recognized this group of people.
These people are all members of a group called the "Black Knife Gang" in the south of the city.
In the past, if he had the reputation of being an expert, the Black Knife Gang would not dare to provoke him at all, but now everything has changed.
The leading man held a big sword with a ferocious face and sneered: "Master, I heard that you have wonderful calculations and profound Taoism. We are here to visit you and want to ask you to make a fortune, Master!"
Hearing this, the Great Dream Lord felt a little calm.
He held the fortune-telling flag tightly, his Taoist robes fluttering around his body, barely pretending to be the wise man he always was, and planning to say some vague words to send these people away.
However, he seemed to have forgotten that now he had the word charlatan etched on his face, and he looked ridiculous no matter what he did.
"What do you want to do?" He asked in a deep voice, standing under the statue of the Taoist temple.
"Hey, Master, I would like to ask you to do the math. Will your money be robbed by us today?" A cruel smile appeared on the man's face.
"You... you..."
Dameng Shenjun was even more panicked, and he understood the true purpose of these people.
He was famous some time ago and made a lot of money.
In the eyes of these people, he is now a fat sheep, carrying a lot of gold and silver, but with no ability to protect himself!
"Master, you are right!"
The man walked into the gym, and the cold light of the sword in his hand penetrated people.
The rest of the people also crossed the threshold one after another, all staring at the Great Dream Lord, their eyes flashing fiercely.
The Great Dream God's face turned pale and he wanted to escape immediately, but he knew that he could not escape, so he had to shout with all his strength: "You must not force the poor Taoist. The poor Taoist travels around the world just to experience the world and does not want to show it. Taoism doesn’t mean it’s impossible!”
He said this with great momentum, and the fortune-telling pennant in his hand waved as he spoke, as if he was really going to perform Taoist magic.
Several people from the Black Knife Gang paused, thinking of his past reputation, and they couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.
But the leader showed no fear, and sneered: "Master, I'm here, you show your Taoist magic!"
The face of the Great Dream God changed again, and he shouted: "I don't want to kill!"
"Haha, I am willing!"
The man smiled cruelly and walked up with a long knife.
Soon, screams came from the Taoist temple.
"Ahhh——"
The sound was extremely miserable, and the passers-by were terrified and walked away.
After a long time, the Black Knife Gang walked out of the Taoist temple.
Inside the Taoist temple, the Great Dream God was covered in blood, all his property was looted, one of his hands and feet was broken, and even the fortune-telling pennant was broken.
"This is fate, fate..."
He laughed miserably, feeling sad.
Is this retribution?
In the following days, he lived an increasingly miserable life.
Because of his notoriety and lack of money, he could not buy medicine for his injuries, and even could not afford to eat. He could only limp around and beg for alms from others based on his past reputation.
But most people laughed and ridiculed him, and there were also cold-eyed bystanders, and very few were willing to give alms.
Such a life is even worse than that of a beggar on the street!
"I... my life... is this the end?"
More than ten days later, late at night.
His face was pale, his breath was weak, his body was thin, and he lay on the straw mat of the broken Taoist temple, as if he was dying.
Next to him, there was a broken bowl with half a rotten cold steamed bun in it.
This was his only remaining food.
"Hoo-hoo-"
The cold wind howled at night, constantly pouring into the Taoist temple.
He was cold and shivering, and he felt more and more desperate. He had a premonition that he might not survive tonight.
But at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded by the window.
"The world is just a dream, and life is like a few autumns."
The voice was very young, but full of vicissitudes, as if the person who spoke had experienced countless years.
He looked in the direction of the voice.
He saw Chu Liang standing with his hands behind his back, standing in front of the window, with his back to him, and his body looked a little hazy under the bright white moonlight.
"A dream?"
The Lord of the Great Dream murmured, and suddenly he was in a trance for a moment.
It seemed that something was surging in the depths of his mind, blurry and unclear.
He was in some pain, pressing hard on his eyebrows, trying to see clearly, but there was always a layer of gauze between them.
"I... did I forget something?" He was at a loss.
Finally, he forced himself to support his body, barely climbed up from the broken straw mat, and limped towards Chu Liang.
When he got closer, he suddenly knelt down.
Plop!
He knelt deeply, his voice weak and hoarse.
"Master, please accept me as your disciple."