Searching for Nalan Tianlu

Xu Qi'an felt like a million grass mud horses were galloping through his mind. If the dream appeared on the television, he would pounce on it and block it so that no one could watch.

What does it mean to have your identity revealed inside a pagoda?

The Church of the Witch God will kill him at all costs, while the Buddhist School will try to convert him at all costs.

At that time, let alone unseal the divine seal and reclaim the dragon energy, he himself will be in grave danger.

Upon witnessing this scene, everyone present, whether they were from Leizhou, Buddhist School monks, or the Dongfang Sisters, was captivated by the "dream."

"What, what is this?"

"The Nightwatchers's uniform in Foshan looks strangely familiar."

The crowd was both confused and curious, and for a moment they didn't react. Leizhou was too far from the capital, and most of the people present had never seen Buddhist School duel or Xu Qi'an in person.

"It's a battle of magic among Buddhist School; that one is Xu Yinluo."

"This is what Tang Yuanwu, the master of the Double Blades Sect, said in a loud voice."

When the Buddhist School sects were engaged in their magical contest, he was in the capital. His original intention was to witness the battle between the Celestial Person and Celestial Person, but the battle was postponed for more than a month. Instead, fortuitous opportunity to witness the grand contest between the Buddhist School sects.

"Whoosh!"

A wave of discussion immediately arose, with the heroes of Leizhou pointing and gesturing at the screen, their voices rising in unison.

"That's Xu Yinluo! He's much more handsome than in the portrait. You can tell he's an exceptional person just by looking at his face."

"I didn't get to see the Buddhist School duel that day, but I never imagined I'd get to witness it in this way today, hahaha!"

The Eastern sisters also opened their beautiful eyes wide and stared unblinkingly at the young man in the silver-robed official's uniform.

I've heard of him for a long time but never met him. It's quite nice to have this opportunity to meet him, since the capital is the main base of the Great Feng Dynasty, and they can't go there.

The night Nightwatchers have spies all over the land, and their investigations into various forces are very detailed. Even a minor matter like the East Sea Dragon Palace being an affiliated force of the Witch God Cult could not be hidden from the Nightwatchers.

Going to the capital would be suicide.

Therefore, they had virtually no hope of meeting the legendary Xu Yinluo.

"Indeed handsome and extraordinary, but not as handsome as Li Lang."

Dongfang Wanrong scrutinized Xu Yinluo and made a judgment.

"A mere formation was enough to make him clutch his head and scream in agony; at that moment, Xu Yinluo was completely devoid of the legendary heroic spirit."

Dongfang Wanqing thought to herself.

On the other side, the martial monk Jingyuan looked at the Zen master Jingxin and whispered, "Is this the Buddhist disciple that the Arhats and Bodhisattvas are so eager to recruit into the Buddhist School?"

Jingxin hummed in agreement and stared intently at Xu Yinluo.

Jingyuan asked, "What do you think of Mahayana Buddhism?"

Jingxin remained silent for a long time before slowly saying:

"It's like a door filled with madness and danger, yet it's also incredibly alluring. Du'e Luohan wanted to push it open, but he was also afraid to. Jialuo Tree didn't want to push it open, but he couldn't help wanting to see it being pushed open."

"The debate between Mahayana and Hinayana Buddhism has remained deadlocked to this day. Besides the fact that the Buddha is asleep and unable to provide a clear answer, the hesitation of Bodhisattvas and Arhats is also a crucial reason."

Warrior monks do not practice Zen meditation. They only need a basic understanding of Buddhism and do not need to be proficient in it. In their eyes, Mahayana or Hinayana Buddhism is irrelevant.

Of course, if forced to choose, warrior monks would lean more towards the Hinayana Buddhism of self-cultivation. This is because the paths of warrior monks and martial artists are very similar, both focusing on self-cultivation.

Amidst the whispers of the two monks, Xu Yinluo, trapped in the formation, suddenly went berserk. He gripped the hilt of his sword and unleashed a stunningly brilliant strike, a strike that sent shivers down the spines of all the fourth-rank officials present.

The Eight Sufferings Formation shattered on the spot.

Then, Xu Yinluo shattered the Vajra Divine Skill of the Buddhist School with a single strike, discussed the Dao with the old monk under the Bodhi tree, converted the old monk, and ascended to the top of the Buddhist School. Under the pressure of the enormous Dharma image, he refused to kneel.

He summoned the Confucian sage's carving knife and shattered the Buddhist realm.

"That's incredible! I didn't know Xu Yinluo was already this powerful during the Buddhist School duel."

"Yes, he had just returned from Yunzhou during the battle, which means that he single-handedly held off eight thousand rebel troops in Yunzhou—it's not a rumor."

"What do you mean eight thousand? Isn't it twenty thousand?"

"As expected of Xu Yinluo, no wonder he was able to subdue both Heaven and Man with his own hands, and no wonder he was able to kill 200,000 enemy soldiers of the Witch God Cult single-handedly in the defense of Yuyang Pass."

"Yes, Xu Yinluo has only Martial Dao for a little over ten years, yet he's far superior to us useless people who have been cultivating for decades and still haven't even reached the fourth rank. He's a true prodigy."

The people of Leizhou were extremely excited. Leizhou is far from Beijing, and when news of Xu Yinluo's deeds reached them, it was inevitable that it would be exaggerated and inconsistent with the facts.

But after witnessing Xu Yinluo's strength in the duel today, the heroes of Leizhou were completely convinced of the fact that Yunzhou had single-handedly held off eight thousand, no, twenty thousand rebel troops.

They also believed in the miracle of one man annihilating 200,000 enemy troops in the Battle of Yuyang Pass.

The Eastern sisters exchanged a glance and tacitly took back what they had just said.

Compared to Xu Yinluo, their Li Lang is indeed inferior.

The dream slowly faded away, leaving everyone with lingering memories.

Suddenly, Hengyin, the abbot of Sanhua Temple, shouted:

Why is a scene of Buddhist School combat depicted here?

This statement either brought everyone to their senses or made them realize its irrationality.

Yes, why would Buddhist School duel take place here?

Everything I see before me is a dream, but whose dream is this?

"Hey, why are they all standing still?"

Mu Nanzhi narrowed her large, bright eyes and peered into the distance at the precious pearl formed from the teardrops of the mirror beast in Du Nan Jingang's hand. She noticed that the image reflected in the pearl was still.

"Strange, it's like I'm under some kind of illusion."

"This is what the fourth-rank guest of the Leizhou Chamber of Commerce said in a deep voice."

What do you think, Li Lang?

Wenren Qianrou asked her lover for his opinion.

Li Lingsu frowned deeply:

"No wonder, no wonder Rongrong, let me think."

"No wonder the Buddhist School wanted to cooperate with the Witch God Sect. It turns out that the second level of the Floating Pagoda was corrupted by Nalan Tianlu's power. As soon as they climbed to the second level, they were immediately drawn into Nalan Tianlu's dream, which is why they remained in place."

"To successfully pass through the dream realm, Nalan Tianlu's cooperation is essential; otherwise, these people will be unable to leave the second level and will remain trapped in the dream until their physical bodies succumb to death."

Wenren Qianrou frowned slightly, somewhat worried, and said, "It seems that Senior Xu also failed to escape the dream."

Li Lingsu's expression immediately turned strange. He found himself increasingly unable to understand this old man. Despite having an extraordinary status and cultivation level, he always displayed a cultivation level as ordinary as his appearance.

Was it intentional, or was there some reason preventing him from unleashing his full potential?

"Let's leave aside his plans for now. Actually, breaking Nalan Tianlu's dream isn't difficult. Regardless of rank, a dream sorcerer's Law Technique must rely on dreams as a medium; that's the rule."

Li Lingsu spoke eloquently, "Therefore, there are two solutions. First, awaken Nalan Tianlu inside the tower to escape the dream. Second, find and communicate with Nalan Tianlu's consciousness within the dream, and ask him for help to escape the dream."

As the lover of Dongfang Wanrong, a fourth-rank dream witch, and also a Daoist School master specializing in cultivating the Primordial Spirit, Li Lingsu had a deep understanding of the methods of dream witches.

"Consciousness in a dream?"

Mu Nanzhi asked in return, and the little white fox in her arms poked its head out, its big, dark eyes looking at Li Lingsu curiously.

Li Lingsu said, "Without consciousness, one cannot dream; naturally, a person's consciousness exists within dreams."

He paused, then sighed, "As a peak fourth-rank dream witch, it would be too easy for Dongfang Wanrong to find Nalan Tianlu's wisp of consciousness. But why is she holding back, lingering in the dream world?"

Calling Sister Rong by her full name feels so good. The Holy Son of the Heavenly Sect thought to himself.

The two sisters are aloof and charming, respectively. At first glance, the younger sister, Dongfang Wanqing, seems more domineering and proactive. But that's not the case. In bed, it is often the seemingly charming older sister who is more domineering and domineering, like a queen.

As she pondered this, Li Lingsu couldn't help but rub her lower back again.

Since being confined by the Dongfang sisters for half a year, he has been diligently working, and his interest in women has become increasingly indifferent. He feels that he is gradually touching the true meaning of transcending emotions.

We were right on the right track.

"Junior sister, you came down the mountain with me, and now you have become the Flying Swallow Heroine, while I am gradually 'forgetting love'. When the three-year period is up, I will surely make you drool with envy."

"Ha, the dignified Holy Maiden of the Heavenly Sect has become a chivalrous heroine who is always eager to help others. You've gone astray."

Thinking of this, Li Lingsu felt smug and self-satisfied.

"What, no one's answering?"

Monk Hengyin raised his voice and shouted again, while his sharp gaze swept across the crowd.

Jingxin and Jingyuan seemed to have thought of something. Their expressions changed slightly, and they also used sharp eyes to search through the crowd, as if they were looking for something.

"Sister, can you use the methods of a dream sorceress to trace back to who the owner of the dream is?"

Dongfang Wanqing's already aloof face became even more serious and indifferent at this moment.

I understand what you mean.

Dongfang Wanrong nodded slowly.

Seeing the Buddhist School monks' expressions, the people of Leizhou weren't fools. They immediately understood what was going on and retreated while glancing around, keeping a close eye on the people around them.

Upon seeing this, Xu Qi'an's heart sank.

"Sect Leader Tang, I remember your Double Blade Sect once went to the capital to witness the grand martial arts competition, didn't you?"

Someone asked in a loud voice.

Immediately, all eyes fell on Tang Yuanwu.

Tang Yuanwu nodded slowly. "I was fortunate enough to witness Xu Yinluo's defeat."

Dongfang Wanrong said, "But to dream of a battle scene by chance is impossible unless the memory is very vivid, just like Sect Master Tang always remembers those two battles, after all, they were his own experiences."

She emphasized the words "personal experience" very heavily.

Oh no, they already suspect I'm mixed in with the crowd. The Buddhist School monks, the people from the East China Sea Dragon Palace, and the locals from Leizhou all have companions who can vouch for me. I'm the only outsider here, so it's easy for them to spot me.

Xu Qi'an frowned, a sense of anxiety rising within him.

If their identities are revealed here, not only will all their schemes fail, but they will also put themselves in danger.

Sure enough, life is unpredictable and full of surprises. Before his plan could even begin, he was forced to reveal his true form by Nalan Tianlu's dream.

Just then, Liu Yun of the Twin Blades Sect said calmly:

"This is my dream."

The head monk, Hengyin, scrutinized her and questioned, "You?"

Tang Yuanwu was taken aback at first, then suddenly realized, and looked at his disciple with a rather complicated expression, saying:

"Yes, Yun'er was also in the capital at the time and witnessed the entire duel."

Amorous laughter and hisses filled the air.

A woman is constantly reminiscing about Xu Yinluo's magical duel with a Buddhist School monk, and frequently dreams of him. What does this signify?

Four-character explanation: A young girl's heart is filled with first love.

A figure from the martial arts world said with an ambiguous smile:

"That's right, we were overthinking it. Xu Yinluo has countless achievements in his life. Whether it was the resurrection in Yunzhou or the one-man battle against the rebels at Yuyang Pass, each one was more dangerous than Buddhist School battle."

"If Xu Yinluo were here, he certainly wouldn't be dreaming of a battle of magic among Buddhist School."

That makes a lot of sense, and everyone present thought the same thing.

Dongfang Wanrong nodded silently. It was perfectly normal for a young girl to fall in love with Xu Yinluo after watching a Buddhist School duel.

As a woman myself, I would have been attracted to a man like Xu Yinluo if I hadn't already fallen for him.

The head seat, Hengyin, looked at Jingxin and saw the latter nod, which dispelled his doubts.

Xu Qi'an couldn't help but glance at Liu Yun, the female knight-errant from Leizhou, a few more times. It wasn't surprising that he would encounter a female knight-errant who admired him here.

In the Great Feng today, there are countless women who admire Xu Yinluo.

Then, a new dream appeared: red candles lit high, curtains hanging low, whose wedding night was it?

The martial arts figures burst into laughter, some whistling, others making jokes, and the atmosphere became lively once again.

Li Shaoyun was taken aback at first, then his expression changed slightly.

Have these bastards forgotten why they even entered the pagoda?

Xu Qi'an thought to himself, keeping a close eye on the Buddhist School monks and the Dongfang sisters. He finally saw Dongfang Wanrong retreat step by step, creating some distance between them, before turning around and quickly leaving.

Dongfang Wanqing and the Buddhist School monks quickly followed.

Not good! As soon as they moved, several figures immediately followed and gave chase. They were Xu Qi'an, Tang Yuanwu, Li Shaoyun, and Yuan Yi.

"Stay close to them!"

Yuan Yi shouted.

The martial arts practitioners were a step behind, but they quickly realized what was happening and, without bothering to look at the dream, hurriedly chased after them.

Dongfang Wanrong stopped in her tracks, turned around, and blew a breath towards Xu Qi'an and the others.

In an instant, a thick fog appeared from nowhere, obscuring the sky and the sun, as if we were in a foggy morning.

"It's gone!"

Li Shaoyun turned around and looked around, both shocked and furious.

Oh no, they still managed to "escape"... Xu Qi'an let out a sigh of relief, feeling slightly anxious and helpless.

"Sect Master!"

Liu Yun rushed out of the thick fog.

"That woman was a high-level wizard; she can also manipulate dreams."

Tang Yuanwu made a serious judgment, then nodded to Liu Yun.

Li Shaoyun panicked. "What should we do now? How do we get out of this dream?"

Yuan Yi slowly shook his head. "If it were an ordinary dream witch's dream, with the strength of our Primordial Spirit, it wouldn't be difficult to break free. But even if a second-rank rain master's dream isn't specifically targeting us, I'm afraid it's not something we can escape."

Tang Yuanwu said in a deep voice, "Besides, that woman is a high-level wizard. This is a dream world; if she wants to leave, we can't stop her. From the very beginning, we've been at a disadvantage."

Upon hearing this, Xu Qi'an said calmly, "This is also why the Vajra of Salvation agreed to let us in; the Buddhist School and the Witch God Sect are confident of victory."

The attention of several fourth-rank officials was immediately drawn to him, and Yuan Yi nodded slightly.

Xu Qi'an continued:

"Even for a dream witch, escaping the Rain Master's dream isn't so simple. Otherwise, why would she waste so much time talking to us? She could just leave the dream and ascend to the third level. I suspect she's still in the dream right now."

"But with such a thick fog, how can we find it?"

Li Shaoyun frowned.

"Can't a crude brute use his brain?" Xu Qi'an said.

"Her actions just now made us understand at least two things: First, she chose to blow out a thick fog to obscure our vision instead of confronting us head-on, which means that the dream power she can use is limited and cannot deal with so many fourth-rank beings at the same time. Or, there are also rules in the dream that prevent her from attacking the people inside the tower."

"Secondly, this is Nalan Tianlu's dream. If she wants to leave the dream, she should need Nalan Tianlu's permission. The fact that she didn't immediately leave the dream but chose to observe it is the best proof. It's very likely that she found a way to communicate with Nalan Tianlu while observing the dream."

Commander Yuan Yi pondered for a moment and said, "So, she's going to find Nalan Tianlu now?"

Liu Yun whispered, "Why isn't it that she has already left the dream?"

Xu Qi'an shook his head. "If she had left the dream, she wouldn't have used the fog to confuse us; she would have simply disappeared. But you're right about one thing: she could leave the dream at any moment."

Upon hearing this, the three fourth-rank martial artists frowned.

Xu Qi'an's gaze swept across their faces, and he said:

"Don't worry, we still have a chance. If she goes to find Nalan Tianlu, where will she look?"

Yuan Yi's eyes lit up. "Nalan Tianlu's dream!"

Li Shaoyun asked in bewilderment, "But isn't this a dream?"

"No!"

Xu Qi'an slowly shook his head. "This is a dream woven together by all of us, no longer just Nalan Tianlu's dream."

Li Shaoyun scrutinized him repeatedly, then grinned and said, "Brother, you see things very clearly. Impressive."

Let's talk about Xu Yinluo, the brilliant detective of the Great Feng Dynasty. Xu Qi'an revealed a nonchalant smile, maintaining his calm and collected persona.

On the other side, Dongfang Wanrong led Buddhist School monks and disciples of the East Sea Dragon Palace through the mist. Her eyes seemed to pierce through the mist, and her steps were steady without the slightest confusion.

"Benefactor from the East, where are we going now?"

Zen Master Jingxin clasped his hands together and followed quickly, saying as he did so.

Without turning her head, Dongfang Wanrong replied, "Of course I'm going to find my master's consciousness."

Where is he?

The chief, Hengyin, asked.

"The place where the deepest obsession lies," Dongfang Wanrong paused, then whispered, "Is the place where Wei Yuan beheaded her."

The monks suddenly realized what was happening, but the martial monk Jingyuan asked in confusion, "Why didn't we communicate with him just now?"

Dongfang Wanrong said with a charming smile, "At that time, it was only my master's dream, and everyone else was watching. How could we communicate? I deliberately waited until everyone's dreams intertwined with my master's dream."

"Everyone's dreams are intertwined, like a maze, separating everyone. If you go to see your master at this time, no one will notice."

Xu Qi'an, Li Shaoyun, Yuan Yi, Tang Yuanwu, and Liu Yun walked through the mist for a while, and a scene appeared before them: red candles were lit high, and everything was decorated in a festive red.

It was a dream from just now, and now it has progressed to the stage of entering the bridal chamber.

Damn it, Nalan Tianlu's dream was being replayed, and it was all such absurd and ridiculous dreams. Xu Qi'an couldn't help but frown. He wanted to walk past quickly, but the conversation between the newlyweds on the bed made them slow down.

P. S.: I caught a cold, my nose is stuffy, and I feel groggy. I'll only post one update today. Yesterday's update was also due to my cold.