Chapter 14: The Knowledgeable Brother

"This is the 'Yellow Millet Hat', a device I developed based on the technology of the memory extraction device. On the basis of the original, I added new functions. It can stimulate the cerebral cortex and create a perfect dream extracted from real memories or carefully woven fictions. The user sleeps on the yellow millet and feels as if he has been reincarnated for a lifetime."

We need to wait for the time from when Master Fashan falls asleep to when he wakes up. Wen Rui, who has nothing to do, answered patiently like a teacher.

He Lingyun was shocked, her beautiful eyes widened, and the look she gave Wen Rui was different. She had never heard of a magic weapon that could weave memories, simulate reincarnation and help people attain enlightenment. Such a mysterious magic weapon must at least be possessed by the immortals in the legendary Golden Immortal Realm.

The Lishan Immortal Sect is also a direct descendant of the Jiejiao Sect. Its current power may be extremely weak, but its foundation is extremely profound, and it has inherited countless ancient secret scrolls.

The Mother of Mount Lishan and several of her direct disciples had all participated in the Battle of the Gods. What powerful magic weapon had they not experienced on the battlefield?

His knowledge is definitely not narrow.

He Lingyun is a well-known good student among this generation of disciples. His life basically goes back and forth between the library and the practice room. Apart from practicing, he reads books. He knows all the ancient magic weapons recorded in the books like the back of his hand.

The habit of a good student to study hard and ask questions broke out. He Lingyun couldn't hold back his curiosity and asked with his eyes wide open, "What kind of magic weapon is the memory extraction device? Which immortal does it belong to? I have never read any relevant books in the library."

"You'd be damned if you could read about it in the classics."

Wen Rui smiled and said, "The memory extraction device is a magic weapon of a senior master with blue-gray hair."

"Ugh?"

He Lingyun tilted his head and said in confusion: "The collection of our Lishan Immortal Sect is a complete set of secret collections of the Great Dao copied by our Grandmaster Lishan Laomu from the library of the Biyou Palace of our Grandmaster Tongtian. All the major events that have happened since the creation of the world are recorded in it. How could such a magical magic weapon not be recorded?"

Master Fashan fell into a deep sleep and could not wake up from the dream for at least an hour. Wen Rui had to wait for him, so he patiently answered He Lingyun's questions.

"You should have read in the classics that there are thirty-three heavens and three thousand worlds in the Great World of Primordial Desolation, right?"

"Yes, the world is really big, I really want to go see it, but it's a pity that I haven't even walked out of the Lishan Immortal Sect's range of a thousand miles."

“The world is bigger than you think.”

Wen Rui looked up at the sky with a fascinated look on his face, and said, "The three thousand worlds are just virtual references. In fact, there are infinite worlds, and there are infinite possibilities in infinite universes. Even the great world of prehistoric times has infinite parallel universes. Maybe in one of the parallel universes, you are a human, and I am a demon."

He Lingyun opened his mouth slightly, deeply shocked by the concept of infinite parallel universes described by Wen Rui.

"The barriers between the great worlds are very strong. Not to mention the Golden Immortal, even saints find it difficult to break through the boundaries and go to other great worlds. However, in the countless branch worlds of the Great World of Primordial Desolation, saints can project clones and transform into millions of incarnations to command all directions."

Wen Rui continued to explain, "The world is infinite, and the possibilities are also infinite. There are many talented people outside the Great World who can easily break through the boundaries and travel through them. The blue-haired senior I mentioned belongs to this category. He is an alien from outside the realm, and has no cultivation level at all. It is difficult for cultivators to detect his arrival in this realm, and the laws of heaven will quietly erase the clues he left behind, so the classics of this realm naturally have no way to record him."

He Lingyun nodded as if she understood, luckily she was a good kid who loved reading, and had some basic theoretical knowledge of the ancient world through reading classics, otherwise she wouldn't have understood a word he said.

"That blue-haired senior used a teleportation gun to travel to this world at will. Traveling between realms was as easy for him as eating and drinking. The boy who came with him fell in love with a certain female fairy. He shamelessly lingered in this world for a long time and almost gave birth to a child."

Wen Rui had a complicated expression, as if he couldn't bear to look back on the past. He said in a hoarse voice, "The old senior doted on his grandson and let the young man do whatever he wanted. He had a lot of scientific research and academic exchanges with me out of boredom. Ahem, although it was one-sided academic bullying and IQ discrimination, it did benefit me a lot. You don't know how much effort I put in to send those two living fathers away, preserve the peace of this world, and in disguise eliminate a catastrophe of world destruction."

He Lingyun tilted his head, confused. From what his senior brother said, he had saved the world without anyone knowing, but no matter how he listened to it, it felt like bragging.

"I also met a white-haired female swordsman who had experienced hundreds of battles and carried two swords; a group of silver-gray heavy-armored tin cans who chased the warp demons here, a weak chicken wearing a sheep-horned helmet who called himself a god, an annoying person wearing a red tights and talking dirty, a baby and a talking white dog, and a doctor riding in a telephone booth..."

Wen Rui counted on his fingers and said with a wry smile, "It's a pity that except for that old senior, no one else can help me. They even refused to take me away, saying that I would disrupt their time and space."

The more He Lingyun listened, the more confused he became. He couldn't help but ask, "Brother, didn't you say that it is difficult for even saints to break through the boundary barrier? There is no record of this in the Lishan classics, which means that the immortals since the beginning of the world have never encountered it. Could it be that in all these years, you are the only one who has encountered talented people who traveled across boundaries, and you have met so many of them?"

"Maybe it's because like attracts like. I have become the anomaly anchor point of this world's space-time system... Ahem, I've gone off topic. Just listen to my nonsense for now. Knowing too much will not benefit your cultivation."

He Lingyun narrowed his eyes. Seeing that Wen Rui was unwilling to say more, he did not want to ask any more questions. However, he kept all his doubts in his heart. His curiosity about Senior Brother Wen grew stronger. He changed the subject and continued to ask:
"Brother Wen, what kind of reincarnation dream did you weave for this vicious monk?"

"It's just the memory of the short life of the little pig demon from Langlang Mountain that he killed casually." Wen Rui smiled meaningfully and replied, "The second disciple of Buddha, Jin Chanzi, once said when he was preaching: 'Humans are born from human mothers, and demons are born from demon mothers.' The dream of the first reincarnation only allowed Fashan to understand this Buddhist verse."

He Lingyun tilted his head and said, "Jin Chanzi also said such a thing?"

……

At this moment, in Master Fashan’s dream space.

A little pig demon was sitting in the cave and took out a cloth bag from a basket.

"Mom, this is called a bun. I just bought it in town. You and your brothers and sisters can try it."

In front of the little pig demon sat an ugly sow demon, surrounded by a group of wild boars that were still pigs. The sow just smiled with satisfaction, while the wild boars chattered and scrambled for food, then ran to the side to play and fight over it.

"Leave one piece for mommy!" the little pig demon shouted.

"Let them eat all of it so they can grow. Hey, how are you? You haven't been back for a year. Are you too busy?"

"Uh, right, right! The king has assigned me a lot of tasks now, and I can't finish them every day..."

The little pig demon answered quickly, and couldn't help but think of the past when he was bullied and oppressed by the big demon in the demon village of Langlang Mountain, but he didn't dare to show it.

"That's because the king values you. You were playing at the door that day, and the king chose you at first sight. Our family of three generations finally has a talent! Oh, don't work so hard. Look at you, why are you so bald? You didn't go up the mountain to become a monk, did you?"

"Oh, I've been staying up late lately... Hey, monk? This word sounds so familiar..."

"You have to learn to take care of yourself and don't get too tired." The sow demon said as she took a gourd from the pig demon's back: "Look, I guess it's empty, it just doesn't like to drink water..."

As they were talking, the little pig demon heard the sow demon nagging him to follow the king in cultivation and strive to become a spirit as soon as possible. The little pig demon suddenly felt as if he had experienced this scene himself.

In that experience, I seemed to be a human teenager, living in a tribe at the foot of the snow-capped mountains. The situation at home was as bare as this cave. A passing monk took a liking to him and took him to a temple to become a monk. After more than a year of being a monk, he took time to return to his hometown tent to visit his family...

At that time, the instructions given by my mother were almost the same as those given by the sow demon, except that "king" was replaced by "master", "becoming a spirit" was replaced by "attaining the fruit", and even the fact that he was bullied by his senior brothers in the temple and forced to do odd jobs was in line with his current situation.

For a moment, the little pig demon couldn't tell whether he was a little monk or a little wild boar, and all his past life seemed like a dream.

Next, the little pig demon returned to Langlang Mountain and accidentally heard the king planning to set a trap to ambush the eminent monk. However, in the villages and towns, he heard humans praising the eminent monk who subdued demons and monsters, saying that the monk was a great hero who protected the area.

The little pig demon's heart was shaken. It didn't want to continue doing evil under the threat of the big demons. It also didn't want to live its life in a muddle and be regarded as a dead demon when it died.

The little pig demon was chased by the wolf leader all the way. He crawled towards the place where the trap was set. He avoided countless dangerous attacks along the way and luckily rushed to the main road.

In the center of the continent, a tall and handsome monk walked with square steps and his head held high, surrounded by golden light, which was extremely dazzling.

The wolf leader who was about to catch up with the little pig demon was so scared that he turned around and ran away. The little pig demon shouted: "Master, be careful..."

Before it could finish shouting, it heard the monk's roar like a bell: "You are just a little demon, blocking the road and asking for death. How dare you show off your skills in front of an expert?"

The little pig demon only saw a dark shadow covering the sky approaching, and a thick nine-ring tin staff, wrapped in a fierce wind, growing bigger and bigger in front of his eyes.

The scene ended in a blood-red color, and everything returned to silence.

Master Fashan suddenly opened his eyes and woke up from the dream of reincarnation. He was sweating profusely. All the experiences in the dream were reflected in his past reality. He then remembered that on that day on the road, he casually swung his Zen stick and smashed a charging pig demon into meat paste!
The little demon's behavior was so foolish and reckless that Fashan didn't even hear what it was yelling at the time. However, after waking up from the dream and recalling the details, the words it said were: "Master, be careful!"

The monk couldn't help but murmur in a cold sweat: "It's me, kill me?"

(End of this chapter)

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