Underfoot is the grainy Asphalt Road Surface.
There are colorful Neon Lights lights flashing all around.
What appears in front of Fang Cheng is a children's Amusement Park that occupies an extremely large area.
In the distance, the huge Ferris wheel rotates slowly, and the cabin with colored lights draws a series of arcs in the night sky.
Nearby, Carousel is shining with a warm yellow ceiling light.
As the central axis rotates, the wooden horse rises and falls, and a cheerful but slightly distorted electronic children's song plays in a loop on the speaker.
Roller Coaster, Bumper Cars venues, balloon booths...
All kinds of recreational facilities are available, but there is no one around.
This kind of place, which should have been filled with the laughter of children, now only has amusement facilities running mechanically.
Paired with the dim night background, it gives off a somewhat indescribable sense of weirdness.
"I didn't expect that this guy had so much blood on his hands and still had a childish heart at heart, and made Mental Secret Realm look like this."
Looking at a pink ice cream vending machine not far away, Fang Cheng couldn't help but complain in his heart.
"Breaking into private homes in the middle of the night, Boss Fang, your habit is not very good."
Suddenly, a slightly undisciplined voice floated from the side, overpowering the music of Carousel.
Fang Cheng is played in a loop.
I saw a slender figure walking out of the darkness from behind the ticket booth a few steps away.
He was a handsome young man with deep facial features, shining eyes, and skin that was even fairer than that of a female star.
Compared with the previous meetings in the Secret Realm.
This time, Cheng Jiashu did not deliberately cover his face with light, and openly revealed the true face of a top idol.
However, tonight he was wearing a red and white clown suit with a polka-dot bow tie hanging around his neck, making his look very exaggerated and funny.
Fang Cheng looked at his outfit and couldn't help but chuckled:
"Your look is quite unique. You are a big star in the spotlight. Are you planning to change your career to perform acrobatics in the circus?"
"I have the final say on my territory, and I am happy to wear whatever I want."
Cheng Jiashu pulled the tie around his neck, Annoyed rolled his eyes, and then looked Fang Cheng up and down:
"It's you, it's almost one o'clock in the morning, you don't sleep and you come here to visit. Don't you have to go to your shabby unit to clock in and work tomorrow?"
Fang Cheng shrugged:
"Sleep is just a physiological form for people like us. How much practical significance do you think it has?"
"You're wrong about that."
Cheng Jiashu folded his hands on his chest, leaned against Iron Bars in the row next to him, and shook his head slightly:
"You know, ever since I was little, my biggest wish has been to sleep peacefully every night without any scary things or anyone disturbing me in my dreams."
Fang Cheng Hearing this, the smile on his face gradually faded away and he fell silent.
He recalled the scenes of killing he saw when he forced his way into Cheng Jiashu's dream that night.
For Cheng Jiashu, sleep may indeed be a long torture that tests Willpower.
Fang Cheng's eyes moved slightly, looking at the colorful lighting facilities all around, and then asked:
"How did you come up with the sudden idea to shape Secret Realm into the form of Amusement Park?"
Cheng Jiashu followed his line of sight and looked at the Carousel. His eyes were slightly startled, as if he was thinking about something.
Then he exhaled softly and said quietly:
"You know, my family used to have very good conditions. We were considered rich and wealthy, from a famous family Noble Clan."
"My father has a gentle temper, my mother cooks very well, and I have a sister who is a few years younger than me. She wears two braids and clings to me like a follower every day."
He said with a dull expression, as if he was telling someone else's story:
"Life at that time was carefree, relaxed and comfortable. At the end of every month, my parents would take time to take us to Amusement Park."
"My sister and I like to grab the two red wooden horses on the outer circle and spin around like this. Listening to this electronic song, we feel like we are flying."
Cheng Jiashu paused for a moment, twitched the corners of his mouth, and laughed at himself:
"I was stupid and naive at the time, thinking that this kind of life would go on forever."
"Then the car accident happened."
He lowered his head and kicked away a pebble at his feet.
The stones rolled down on Asphalt Road Surface, making a crisp sound.
"No, looking back now, it was not an accident at all, but a long-planned murder."
Cheng Jiashu raised his head. There was not much anger on his pale face, but his eyes were as cold as ice.
"After their deaths, the usually smiling relatives around them all changed. My second uncle came to take over the factory with a forged will, and my sister-in-law teamed up with outsiders to try to cash out the equity in my dad's company at a low price."
"There are other relatives who are also eyeing Cheng Clan's property. They are fighting for it, even my mother's jewelry. They are like a group of Hyena snatching food."
"But that's not the worst..."
He reached out and tugged on the tie hanging on his chest, seeming to feel a little breathless:
"Not long after, one night, a group of gangsters of unknown origin came to the Cheng Clan's old house. They killed everyone they saw and set fire to everything."
"The fire was so intense that night that half of the Estate was set on fire, and screams could be heard from everywhere."
"I was hidden by the butler in a dark room behind the fireplace. I covered my mouth with both hands and didn't even dare to breathe loudly."
"It wasn't until dawn, when there was absolutely no movement outside, that I dared to climb out of the pile of dead people. However, my sister was already gone."
"I was digging like crazy in the rubble until all ten of my fingers were rotten, but I couldn't find anything but charred wood and ashes."
"I was too young and too weak at that time. I couldn't do anything. I could only swallow the blood in my stomach, try my best to survive, and silently wait for the opportunity to take revenge..."
Cheng Jiashu said softly, as if he had finally found a chance to express the frustration that had been buried in his heart for a long time.
The music of Carousel around was still cheerful and sweet, but it could not hide the coolness in the air.
Fang Cheng walked forward, raised his hand and patted his shoulder, comforting:
"It's all over. You are no longer the helpless child you were back then."
Cheng Jiashu turned his head, looked at Fang Cheng's hand on his shoulder, and suddenly smiled, the coldness in his eyes instantly dissipated.
"Yes, it passed long ago. Later, I lived alone, struggled in society, learned to sing and act, and gradually grew up and became mature."
"Now that I think about it, those things in my childhood are as far away as if they happened in my previous life."
"So, you want to keep the best part of your childhood, Memory, in World of Consciousness forever?"
Fang Cheng took back his hand and looked around Amusement Park to express his understanding.
Cheng Jiashu shrugged, did not continue this heavy topic, and instead stared into Fang Cheng's eyes:
"Okay, don't give me psychological counseling. You always go to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing. What do you want to do when you come to me in the middle of the night?"
Fang Cheng smiled and said calmly:
"I just want to take a look at your newly built Mental Secret Realm and find out how it is different from My World."
Cheng Jiashu is a smart person. He raised his eyebrows and immediately heard the implication:
"Why, your Mental Secret Realm has a bug?"
Fang Cheng hesitated for a moment, but decided to tell the truth:
"Do you remember the last time I broke into your dream?"
"Of course I remember."
Cheng Jiashu nodded and said with lingering fear:
"If it weren't for you, I would probably still have that nightmare every night, being snatched away by Jiang Chen and becoming a murderer with bloody hands."
He put his hands in his trouser pockets and his tone returned to his usual lazy tone:
"Speaking of which, I haven't thanked you properly yet. Whatever you like, I'll pick out a decent gift and send it to you another day."
Fang Cheng chuckled and declined:
"Forget it as a gift, please help me pay more attention to the recovery situation of Ancient Locust Village and Space Passage, or simply join us Illumination Society, become an Vice President, and do things for me."
Cheng Jiashu heard the words and raised the corners of his mouth slightly:
"If you really want it, I can consider joining your organization as an intern for a while and see how things go."
"That's a deal!"
After finishing the joke, Fang Cheng suppressed his smile and continued on the topic:
"At that time, I saw that your consciousness was controlled by Jiang Chen, replaying the scene where he massacred Lone Peak Temple monks two thousand years ago, so I took action to break the Soul-Confusing Formation set up by Jiang Chen."
"Then on Ancient Locust Village's Inner World, I used Domain Ability to suppress Jiang Chen's Sea of Corpses and Blood, and completely eliminate his True Form."
"After Jiang Chen's domain was destroyed, many of the dead who had been killed and devoured their souls by him were freed and entered Reincarnation."
Having said this, Fang Cheng changed the topic and frowned slightly:
"However, the monks who were massacred in that temple have not disappeared. Their souls now live in my Secret Realm."
When Cheng Jiashu heard this, the body that had been leaning on Railing stood up straight instantly, and a flash of light flashed in his narrow eyes.
"The dead souls live in your Secret Realm? Can you communicate with them normally?"
"Can't."
Fang Cheng shook his head and told the truth:
"Those monks are like puppets that have been set to Program. They sweep the floor and knock wooden fish every day."
"When I go to talk to them, they always only have a few fixed sentences, and there is no Self-Awareness at all."
Cheng Jiashu rubbed his chin, took two steps in place, and his expression became serious.
"I have never heard of this phenomenon."
"I'm afraid only those evil cultivators who practice Heretical Path will encounter similar situations, but they only collect the remaining resentment of the dead. It is absolutely impossible for a clear and complete image of the dead soul to appear in the Secret Realm."
Having said this, Cheng Jiashu stopped. He seemed to have thought of something and suddenly snapped his fingers.
"However, there may be someone who can help you clear up this doubt."
"Who?" Fang Cheng asked.
"The current abbot of Lone Peak Temple, Zen Master Huiming."
Fang Cheng was startled when he heard this.
Lone Peak Temple?
Does this ancient temple, which was massacred by Jiang Chen two thousand years ago, still inherit some secrets unknown to outsiders?
"As the saying goes, to untie a bell, you must tie the bell."
Cheng Jiashu saw Fang Cheng's confusion and immediately explained:
"Since the monk who appears in your Secret Realm is the previous generation of Lone Peak Temple, the answer is probably also hidden in the current Lone Peak Temple."
"At least you should be able to find some relevant clues, which is better than just thinking about it alone."
Fang Cheng nodded slightly, agreed with his analysis, and then asked:
"How much do you know about this Zen Master Huiming?"
"That's a very interesting old monk."
Cheng Jiashu commented in a serious tone, raising the corners of his mouth slightly:
"Instead of saying that he is a monk guarding the ancient Buddha of the Green Lantern, it is better to say that he is a very high-level Psychology Mentor."
"I met him two years ago. At that time, my mental state was very unstable and I often had hallucinations, so I went to chat with him when I had time and asked him for Buddhist knowledge."
"Every time I talk to him, I get a lot of inspiration. Including this time, I was able to reshape Mental Secret Realm so smoothly, mainly because of the Meditation method he taught me before."
Cheng Jiashu looked at Fang Cheng and gave pertinent suggestions:
"If you have time these days, I can make an appointment to take you to visit Lone Peak Temple in real life, and introduce you to him. Maybe he can answer your questions."
Fang Cheng thought about it and realized that there really was no more direct method than this, so he nodded and thanked:
"Okay, I'll trouble you then."
"Why are you so polite to me?"
Cheng Jiashu waved his hand and joked:
"You really want to thank me. When I release a new album later, remember to dig into your pockets to help me achieve sales of tens of millions, so that I can have a taste of what it feels like to be certified as a diamond record."
Fang Cheng burst into laughter upon hearing this.
The two stood in Amusement Park and chatted for a few words, including their respective current situations and the progress of the project at Ancient Locust Village.
Fang Cheng was thinking about Lone Peak Temple, so he took the initiative to say goodbye.
Cheng Jiashu didn't hold back, raised his hand and yawned, then turned around and walked towards the Carousel.
The red and white clown suit quickly blended into the colorful lights of Amusement Park and disappeared.
At the same time, Fang Cheng pushed aside the colorful Light Gate suspended in mid-air and stepped in.
The light and shadow twist and change, and consciousness instantly passes through the invisible barrier.
Not even a second passed.
He has stood up again and returned to his magnificent Golden Hall.
Outside the main hall, Spirit Rain was still pattering on the ground.
Fang Cheng walked to the palace gate and looked across the wide square to the gray sky.
A few kilometers away, among the rolling mountains, a simple temple loomed.
You can vaguely see a few figures wearing Gray monk robes, holding brooms, tirelessly cleaning the fallen leaves on the steps.
Fang Cheng watched that scene quietly.
Two thousand years of time and endless obsession have not been able to erase even the boundary between life and death.
Now it has turned into a few Phantom in my own Inner Scenery World.
Are they passers-by in the long river of history, or are they lonely souls with nowhere to rest?
Fang Cheng stared hard and whispered to himself:
"Go there in two days Lone Peak Temple."
Maybe you can find a way to wake them up yourself.
It's even possible to actually touch the rule called "Reincarnation".
Fang Cheng took a deep breath of the fragrant earthy air, turned around and returned to the main hall.
Then he slowly closed his eyes and returned to Real World.