"It's like this again!" Chen Jin couldn't hold himself tight.
This happened occasionally when executing Yanfu Event before.
And every time this happens, I suffer terrible losses.
Not only will most of the harvest from the incident disappear, but everything in Personal Mark will also be completely destroyed.
The only thing that can be called good news is: Wish Stone didn't take the Wish Stone that Yang Zheng gave him.
This may be his only property now.
A ball of crystal clear water suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.
The water ball swirled for a while, blooming into a door made of water.
Rain Mistress's figure gradually emerged from the door made of water.
"Why is it you again?" She looked up at Chen Jin and raised her eyebrows slightly, "How many times has this happened?"
Chen Jin curled up his fingertips and said apologetically, "Miss Yu, I don't know either... I can't remember many things clearly."
"Your authority is too high, I can't make the decision."
Rain Mistress raised her hand to brush away the water droplets on her sleeves, and changed the topic, "But Old Master Zhao will be back soon, you come with me and wait." She said, stepping aside half a step, motioning for Chen Jin to follow.
Chen Jin nodded and followed her into the water gate.
As soon as my feet stepped over the slightly cool water curtain, the door behind me quickly shrank into a fist-sized water ball. With a soft "pop" sound, it shattered into tiny pieces of water all over the floor, and disappeared in an instant.
The scene in front of me changed instantly.
In the quaint little courtyard, the ground paved with bluestones glowed with a warm light, green vines crawled around the corners, and rattan armchairs were placed in the center of the courtyard. There was an ebony mahjong table next to it, with half a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus still stained on the corner of the table.
"Sister Yu, Xiao Chen, are you here?" A clear female voice came from under the eaves.
An Jing came out carrying a purple sand tea tray, wearing sunglasses and black leather pants, looking at Chen Jin with a smile, "Xiao Chen, we meet again, do you remember me? I am the representative of An Jing, Bi Fang."
Chen Jin really wanted to say that he didn't remember, but he didn't want to make the situation awkward, so he could only smile and nod.
"Hello, Sister Jing."
She nodded, turned around and walked into the house. "I'm going to make a pot of tea. The old man should be here in a moment."
Not long after, she came out with three white porcelain teacups. The tea soup was as clear as amber, and the sweet fragrance of tea spread through the heat.
Chen Jin took a sip, and the warmth slid from the tip of the tongue to the heart. The chaotic mind became a little clearer, and I felt refreshed.
Rain Mistress was holding a tea cup and chatting quietly with An Jing. He couldn't get into the topic of women, so he sat aside and waited silently.
Chen Jin was sitting on a wicker chair, looking at the swaying bamboo shadow in the corner of the courtyard. He was a little dazed when a figure broke through the void and landed steadily in the small courtyard.
He was a vigorous old man, wearing a black Tang suit. He looked to be in his seventies or eighties, with sparse white hair and a black spot on his forehead. He was holding a small purple sand pot in his hand.
This is Lord of Humanity, Zhao Jianzhong.
He glanced at everyone, and finally his eyes fell on Chen Jin, grinning. "Xiao Chen is here? Come with me."
Rain Mistress and An Jing looked at each other and said nothing.
Chen Jin quickly stood up and followed, watching the old man push open an inconspicuous wooden door in the corner of the courtyard.
As soon as he stepped in, the door closed automatically.
All the movement outside, whether it was the whispers of Rain Mistress and An Qian, or the occasional chirping of birds outside the courtyard, seemed to be completely separated by an invisible barrier, leaving only the stagnant silence in the house.
The room was not big, with only one Eight Immortals table and four Taishi chairs, and a yellowed landscape painting hung on the wall.
Old Master Chen walked to the chair and sat down, pointed to the seat next to him, and said in a gentle tone, "Xiao Chen, if you have anything to ask, you can say it now."
"What... is happening to me?"
Zhao Jianzhong was silent for a moment, then slowly spoke, with a complex meaning in his tone:
"I didn't expect... you don't even remember this. It seems that the side effects are stronger than we expected."
"To put it simply," Zhao Jianzhong's voice was steady, but every word was precise, "You have a schizophrenia and have developed a different personality."
But Zhao Jianzhong didn't stop talking. "To put it more complicated... the origin of your personality is a bit unusual."
"He is not the product of your own conception. He comes from... the other world of Tian·Jiazijiu, the place we call "Dark Side of the World". To be more precise, he comes from the dream of Cao Yuanchao."
"Cao Yuanchao? Feather Lord's... dream?"
"It feels incredible, right?" Zhao Jianzhong seemed to see through his shock, "Yin is within Yang, not opposite to Yang." The deepest darkness is often nurtured and hidden within the greatest light. The "inner world" is the "yin side" attached to our real world."
He continued to explain, "In that "inner world" composed of countless subconscious minds, collective thoughts and logical paradoxes, all actions must follow a "reason", an inner "logic".
There are countless consciousnesses gathered there, and their existence and actions are all bound by this cold "logic". And the most important thing is..."
Zhao Jianzhong's eyes sharpened: "This "next world" originated from our current world, its characteristics allow it to connect to some extent with the inner demon world of all living creatures on Yanfu Fruit Tree. Therefore, if you regard its power as a kind of "Tribulation of Inner Demons", there is nothing wrong with it."
Chen Jin felt his throat was a little dry. "Then... why is it here with me? Cao Yuanchao's dream, how could it be..."
"Cao Yuanchao's "dream", that special consciousness aggregate, is not in you." Zhao Jianzhong interrupted his speculation, "But at that time, the "you" that existed in the "other world" - perhaps a projection of your subconscious - merged with you due to some extremely rare "coincidence effect"."
He sighed softly, "Yanfu, there are all kinds of strange things in the world.
We have been exploring for so long, and there are still too many phenomena that we cannot understand.
The specific cause of this "fusion of inside and outside" is still a mystery, and no other Walker has been found to have a similar situation except you."
"And part of your memory loss, especially the memory about some of your own deep roots, is probably related to this.
Just like when a person wakes up in the morning, most of them cannot remember the specific details of last night's dream."
Those words were like thunder, exploding in Chen Jin's mind.
Schizophrenia? Inner personality? The inner world of Tian Jiazijiu? The dream of Cao Yuanchao? Connecting with the inner demons of all worlds? Is the lack of memory due to "waking up"?
Every concept impacted his original cognition.
He subconsciously touched his forehead, trying to sort out the chaos.
In his own body, sleeping is such a "monster" with a terrifying origin and the ability to connect with the inner demons of all the worlds?
And I actually "forgot" how it came about.