Volume 2 Chapter 111: Entrusted Dream (Third Update)

  "Anida Butsu!"

  This Buddha's name was majestic and vast, as if it resonated right next to his ear, causing Huangfu's eardrum to buzz, almost losing control of his mind and soul; the two qing below were even more unable to cope, their bodies coiling into a circle, forming the most secure defensive state, with a huge snake head shrinking inside, slightly trembling.

  At dawn, the monk's face was expressionless, neither sad nor happy. With one glance, he seemed to penetrate all superficial disguises and reveal the true nature of things.

  "What a fine three-eyed basilisk! This temple is just lacking a guardian spirit beast. Will you be willing to take refuge in the Buddha?"

  When he said this, both Huangfu and Erqing clearly saw a strange phenomenon appear behind the white monk in the wind and rain - red lights and lotus flowers, a giant Buddha over ten feet tall appeared, its face benevolent, sitting cross-legged on a lotus throne, motionless as a mountain, eyes slightly closed, smiling, hands clasped together in front of his chest, showing an extremely peaceful demeanor. It made people feel affectionate at first sight, suddenly born with a Buddhist nature, and immediately wanted to kneel down and worship, converting to Buddhism.

  "This is, this is the true form of the Eight Turns, the true form of the Arhat..."

  Huangfu Yiwai let out a shocked cry.

  As soon as the true body came out, the snake demon Er Qing immediately stretched out its head and made a bowing gesture to Fozhao and Shang, apparently agreeing to their request.

  Look at its appearance, with dull eyes, yet it is a sign that its mind has been bewildered.

  Not good...

  Huang Pu, a veteran with hundreds of years of experience, was a true old fox. At this moment, he didn't know the situation was critical and without hesitation, he reached out to retrieve the Qun Shen Jin Qian and prepared to use his escape technique to flee.

  "Now that you've met me, a poor monk, does this fox spirit still want to leave?"

  At dawn, the monk let out a loud shout, and within that shout was clearly contained the extremely powerful Buddhist technique "Lion's Roar", which first shook the target's soul. Then with a whoosh, a flying bowl appeared, changing direction in mid-air, growing as large as a winnowing basket before descending straight down onto Huangfu's head.

  "My life is at an end..."

  Slowly speaking, that time is fast, the imperial envoy's hand threw out the trapped spirit gold coins, and then shouted to reveal his true body, which was a fox with fiery red fur all over its body. In the nick of time, it displayed its earth escape technique and burrowed into the ground with its head.

  Bang!

  Almost at the same time, the golden coins he threw out had been caught by a basin and put away, disappearing without a trace.

  "I want to leave!"

  At dawn, the monk's voice was like thunder, and he suddenly took out a nine-ring Zen stick and inserted it into the ground.

  Boom! Boom! Boom!

  On an irregular line, every few zhangs would erupt, splashing mud and flying stones. After the explosion, a deep pit would immediately appear on the spot, which was beyond human digging capacity, but there was no sign of Huangfu's presence in the pit.

  "Sly fox spirit, unexpectedly knows how to use the tactic of creating a diversion... Hmph!"

  At dawn, Shang coldly snorted and looked around, seeing that the wind and rain had not stopped, the night was as black as ink, and Huangfu's official had long since escaped to who-knows-where.

  "Never mind, this demon has been struck by my Zen staff's Thunder Escape and is definitely heavily injured. Even if it can escape for now, it won't be able to escape forever. Let's spare it for the time being..."

  At dawn, the monk put away his alms bowl and said to Er Qing: "Since you are willing to take refuge in Buddhism, I will give you the name 'Qing Ye' and have you enter this alms bowl to take you back to Jinshan Temple."

  The snake demon obediently listened and inserted its head into the pot, then its long body slowly entered completely.

  That bowl, its interior was surprisingly vast and endless, able to accommodate a huge snake inside without any issues. Afterwards, it slowly returned to its original shape, once again being held in the palm of one's hand at dawn.

  After doing all this, the dawn continued to step on the wooden board and drifted away. Just after he left, the dark clouds in the sky gradually dispersed, like a pouring rain, and finally began to slow down and stop.

  ……

  "Luoxian, Luoxian save me..."

  A faint voice, as if it sounded in my ear, seemed familiar. Oh, it's the voice of Huangfu Yuanwai.

  "Sir, sir, where are you?"

  "Luoxian save me, at 4 o'clock Wind Wave Pavilion, Luoxian must come and rescue me..."

  Suddenly, a shadow of a fox with its whole body fiery red flashed before one's eyes and then disappeared.

  Yes!

  Chen Jianchen suddenly woke up and sat up in bed - was it just another dream? What's wrong with me? Why do I keep having dreams one after another?

  He shook his head, sat on the bed, recalling that vague and fleeting dream, and felt that it was not simple - the voice of Huangfu Yuanwai, the fiery fox shadow, could it be that Huangfu Yuanwai had encountered some mishap, and wanted me to go to Fengbo Pavilion at noon to rescue him?

  Thinking of this possibility, Chen Jianchen immediately woke up his spirit, didn't bother to wash and dress, and rushed out to call Jiaona.

  Jonna was still not awake, being disturbed by him, and complained: "Sir, even if you want to attend class, you don't have to rush like this." After a pause, she quickly smiled and continued: "Sir, the method you taught is really effective. I held that book and only read half a page, and the sleepy bug automatically came to me, and I fell asleep in an instant."

  Chen Jianchen didn't want to talk about these things with her and asked in a low voice: "Miss Huangfu, did you have any dreams last night?"

  "Oh yeah!"

  Jonna answered very briefly.

  Chen Jianchen hastily asked: "What did you dream of?"

  Jianna hesitated and said, "It's not very good to say it out loud..." She had a dream last night that she ran to Suzhou City and ate all the candied hawthorns sold on the streets, so sweet and delicious.

  Observing her words and expression, Chen Jianchen immediately knew that Jiao Na's dream must be different from his own. Could it be that Huang Fu had only entrusted the dream to him? Was he afraid that his daughter's reckless nature would cause trouble?

  It should be like this...

  Dang Xia shouted: "Miss Huangfu, hurry up and call someone to prepare the carriage, we need to rush to Fengbo Pavilion."

  Fengbo Pavilion was built several miles north of Suzhou's North Gate, which is a long pavilion located in a strategic location for travelers going south and north.

  "Going to Fengbo Pavilion? Going to what Fengbo Pavilion?"

  Jiona didn't know that place.

  Chen Jianchen pulled her up without saying a word and hurriedly called Ma Liu to drive the carriage.

  "Sir, what are you going to do? I haven't even brushed my teeth yet."

  In this world, what is called brushing teeth is actually rinsing with salt water and using a willow branch to brush. If done carefully, it can still be brushed very clean.

  Chen Jianchen briefly told the story of how he had dreamed that Huangfu had come to ask for help. After hearing this, Jiaoniang was speechless and ran even faster than Chen Jianchen.

  Sitting in the carriage, Jiona was anxious and worried that she didn't know the exact location of Fengbo Pavilion, otherwise she would have immediately used magic to fly away alone. Finally, she seemed to grasp a lifeline and tightly grasped Chen Jianchen's hand, hastily asking: "Sir, will Father be okay? Tell me quickly!"

  Chen Jianchen shook his head and sighed, pondering for a moment before saying: "Miss Huangfu, don't be too anxious. If the dream is an illusion, then it doesn't matter; even if it's real, since Officer Yu can still come to us in a dream to ask for help, there must be some leeway left."

  "No, it must be true. Because I know that this is one of Father's secret techniques, called the 'Thousand Miles Dreamy Technique', he would never use it unless absolutely necessary."

  "Thousand Miles Dreamy Art"

  As for this magical technique, Chen Jianchen had never heard of it before, but that didn't prevent him from understanding its meaning by reading between the lines. No wonder he hadn't triggered his own divine sword's power. It turned out that it wasn't a technique similar to demonic possession, but rather a very gentle one that was only responsible for transmitting messages and signals.

  There are many magical techniques in the world, each with its own lineage and hundreds of thousands of branches. Even a true cultivator cannot possibly know or understand them all; especially some untransmitted secret methods, the possibility of outsiders knowing is even more minute.

  Chen Jianchen said in a low voice, "Since we've confirmed the authenticity of the matter, when we arrive at Fengbo Pavilion later, Miss Huangfu, don't act rashly. We must adapt to changing circumstances."

  Jiona hesitated for a moment before responding, "I understand."

  Father's lifesaving technique was applied to Chen Jianchen, rather than her. This in itself is questionable; on one hand, it stems from Father's trust in Chen Jianchen; on the other hand, he must have been afraid that she would act impulsively and make mistakes... As for other reasons, they are unknown for now, but there must be some. Those can only be answered after saving Father.

  They spoke in a low voice inside the carriage, not loudly, so as not to be heard by Ma Liu and avoid causing extra trouble; and for Ma Liu to drive the carriage to Fengbo Pavilion was also an order, no further explanation needed.

  The distance to Fengbo Pavilion was not considered far, and the horse carriage flew quickly, arriving in about the time it took to burn an incense stick.

  They arrived at the end of the road, and Joana jumped off the carriage, looking around in all directions. Chen Jianchen followed her down and saw a pavilion standing by the roadside, which was empty at this time. There was no sign of Huangfu or even a ghostly figure.

  Jiona couldn't wait and immediately ran into the pavilion to search, but after searching inside and out, even jumping up to look at the top of the pavilion, she didn't find any trace.

  As she lightly jumped onto the pavilion roof, she startled Ma Liu instead - it turned out that the young lady from their household was actually a high-ranking martial artist.

  But it's not a big deal anyway.

  Standing inside the pavilion, Chen Jianchen looked around and didn't see anything suspicious. He then looked at the pavilion's signboard again, which indeed read "Wind Wave Pavilion" in three characters. After a moment of thought, he asked Ma Liu, "Ma Liu, is there another Wind Wave Pavilion near Suzhou City?"

  Ma Liu, a cart driver who traveled all day from south to north, had a rich knowledge of geography in the wilderness and immediately replied: "Sir, as far as I know, there is only one Wind Wave Pavilion in the entire Suzhou area."

  The location is fine, could it be wrong with the time?

  In this world, the concept of time is not divided so precisely and carefully, with every second counting, but mainly measured by the hour and moment. Even a short period of time can be quite long and many things can happen. Moreover, when Huangfu said "dream" at the time of Mao, the range was even greater.

  Missing the time is equivalent to missing everything.

  Chen Jianchen was hesitating, when suddenly from the south direction came the sound of horseshoes clattering, and three riders galloped towards him. As they drew near, he looked closely and saw that on the back of each horse were hung game animals tied with ropes, while on the back of the middle horse, a fiery red figure stood out particularly eye-catching.

  "Ah, it's someone from the residence of Official Li."

  Ma Liu immediately recognized him.