Just as school started in September, Sun Hutou ran to Nancheng to find Chen Bai to drink.

The two of them sat in the food stall and were drinking so hard that they were about to end when they suddenly heard a crisp "pop" sound coming from the corner.

Chen Bai turned his head and looked at him. More than a dozen gangsters surrounded a woman. The young man who was close to the woman was distorted. He was holding a cup in his hands, and the broken cup under his feet. The cold beer was still bubbled!

Chen Bai didn't want to watch the fun, especially after drinking fifteen or sixteen kilograms of beer, his vision was blurred, so he wanted to go home soon. His girlfriend always had to wait for him to go back before going to bed. It was a bit late today.

He got up and wanted to leave, but Sun Hu was pulled down to watch the fun.

A group of ruffians have a vulgar eyes and laughter, and enjoy bullying weak women. This kind of scene is not good in Shen Bai's eyes.

On the outermost side of this group of gangsters, there was a tall man who didn't say a word, and occasionally a few words to persuade everyone not to make trouble, which was a bit unique.

It would be enough to look at it for a while. I was confused and poured wine into my stomach. The noise in my ears continued to escalate. I glanced at it and seemed to have been pulled. What was ridiculous was that the tall man was fucking a pancake accent, which made everyone "calm", but in return, "Fuck, Guo Yuan, what's the fuck you, don't make a fuss." Then, the tall man became dumb.

A group of gangsters who were not allowed to go to the table were too lazy to look at it. Chen Bai picked up the bottle and was about to drink it. When he saw Sun Hu's head, he raised the bottle and asked him if he would do it.

Chen Bai never timid when he drank. He slapped the table and said wildly: "Do it."

Sun Hu stood up with his head rubbing, pointed at the group of gangsters from Nancheng, and cursed loudly: "Your mother's bastards, dare to act like a hooligan in front of me."

The thick arms were swung up like a windmill, and the beer bottle flew out like a cannonball, and it hit the head of an unlucky person with a bang.

For a moment, everything was quiet, only blood flowers bloomed!

The gangsters had long seen two drunkards beside them, but they never thought that the drunkards would dare to stroke the tiger's beard, and they were all stunned for a moment.

Especially the man with a pancake and accent, he didn't even feel the beer in his clothes. He stared blankly at Sun Hu's head and rushed forward like a human-shaped tank.

The woman who had already gotten up and wanted to leave suddenly stopped leaving, and sat down again, like a quietly blooming flower in the darkness.

Chen Bai didn't expect that the "dry" bottle of wine triggered a bloody crime, and was shocked and speechless. Sun Hutou was already yelling and rushed up.

The chaos began here.

Chen Bainan was ruthless. Even if he starved to death, was in pain, and was exhausted this time, he must open his eyes and see what the hell was the nightmare that had been entangled for many days.

Below him was cold bricks and stones; the pillow was irregular wood; his eyes were stuck by something and could not open their eyes; in his ears, he could hear the roar of tigers and apes in the distance; in his nose, he could smell the smell of rotten smell, the smell of grass and trees, and the faint fragrance; in his body, he had no strength, especially his back seemed to be split open, and he felt so painful; in his belly, there was nothing to be hungry and wanted to be crazy.

Although I know that all this is a dream, physical pain and mental fatigue are so real that it makes people rush to fear.

Chen Bai took a deep breath, slowly accumulated strength, and finally put his hands on his eyes, rubbed and pinched them gently, and rubbed off the dirt covering his eyelids. The pain of pulling out more than a dozen eyelashes made Chen Bai feel that it didn't look like a dream.

His eyes can see things, and his sense of powerlessness when facing the unknown has been relieved a little. Around him is an empty and deserted house. He doesn't understand what this continuous dream means. Isn't it because he has thought about something on day and night? Is it a reflection of his negative heart alone in this big house?

Chen Bai moved his arms and felt his strength gradually recover. He struggled to sit up. He threw a bamboo stick beside him, and his clothes were torn and ragged. This style was clearly a beggar!

I struggled to get up with a bamboo stick, and then I noticed that the head was resting with a life-sized wooden statue. The ancient style should be a god. Unfortunately, there was no iconic decoration, so it was impossible to guess who it was.

There is a not-so-large altar opposite the gate. On the wall is a one-person-high niche. It seems that this is a temple that enshrines wooden statues.

The dust in the hall fell a layer of dust, but it can be seen that someone had cleaned it here. There was a small door facing the hall door, and I didn't know what was inside, so Chen Bai didn't dare to push it open easily.

Looking out from the crack in the main entrance of the hall, there is a green field outside, with birds singing and flowers scenting, and there seems to be smoke rising from the distance, like a peaceful Peach Blossom Land.

Thinking that it was already snowing heavily in the real world, it was obvious that the dream and reality were not on the same line.

There seemed to be a fire line between the neck and the waist. The pain was unbearable. When I reached out and touched it, my hands were covered with blood. I smelled a bit of rotten smell. Such a serious injury could survive. Chen Bai felt that his life was so strong.

He guessed that he was under too much pressure recently and felt a little perverted, so he abused himself in his dream.

He was so hungry in his stomach that he almost put his chest on his back. He lay down slowly, holding the statue of the god, hoping to "sleep" again as usual, so that he would return to reality after waking up.

But this time seems different from the previous few times. The more Chen Bai wants to "sleep", the more he can't sleep. Especially the uneven statue on his pillow is affecting his sleep.

Chen Bai sighed, sat up again, pulled the statue in front of him, and looked at it carefully.

Ling Fengfeiyang's clothes were dignified and luxurious, and his exposed skin was clear in texture, especially the corners of his mouth that looked like a smile, as if he was divine, all telling Chen Bai: This statue of God is very extraordinary.

Looking at the style of beams passing through columns around the corners... No, this temple has no style except tall, and is full of rough logs, which has nothing to do with art.

Chen Bai carried the statue of the god out and placed it in the shrine, just as inconsistent as putting the gorgeous Yuan blue and white ornaments in the dry toilet where flies flies flies in the countryside.

I stared at the statue for a long time, even though I knew I was dreaming, I had to admit that this was a very awesome work of art, lifelike and without any trace of carving.

"Brother, you're not an alien monk, are you?"

Chen Bai stared at the statue of God. If this thing is placed in the real world, it would not be an exaggeration to say it is a rare treasure. He kept telling himself: This is a dream, and the things in the dream are all thought in his heart, not real, and there is no such natural sculpture in the real world.

He shook his head and stopped looking at the statue of God.

The back was so painful that he was so hungry in his abdomen that he felt like he was hollowed out. Chen Bai was lying in front of the small door and listened carefully. There was no sound inside, so he gently pulled it open.

There were no big monsters inside, there was a bed, a table and a stove, a water tank next to the stove, and a chopped firewood next to it. The bed was covered with animal fur, and a dozen bows and arrows were neatly placed on the table. What was most stern was that he found that there were some coarse rice in the rice jar, and two bacon hung under the eaves of the window.

There is not much rice and little meat, but for Chen Bai who is so hungry that he is dying, these things can save his biological life.

It’s easy to prepare the ingredients, and using a fire sickle to make the fire is useless. Fortunately, Shen Bai grew up in the countryside and used a fire sickle to play with when he was a child. Before he was exhausted, he finally made the rice.

After eating three large bowls of rice, he didn't leave any bacon left in his stomach. In reality, Chen Bai had to eat too much, but in his dream, he seemed to have become a big eater, and he vaguely felt full.

Although it's okay to have a lot of stuffiness, Chen Bai has some strength and is too lazy to wait for the rice to cook. Moreover, his hunger is no longer so urgent. Think about the beautiful mountains and rivers outside, wander around to see what kind of dream it is, and then fall asleep to get back to the real world.

The sun just rose, and the time point was different from the real world. The water in front of the hall was silent. Chen Bai stepped forward and washed his face. The water in the pool was cold and refreshing. I don’t know the depth, and I vaguely saw swimming fish swaying in the depths.

Using water as a mirror, the face inside is a bit tender, as if it is like himself at the age of sixteen or seventeen.

The small temple is built against the mountain. Because it is in the mountains, it is so high and white that the mountain is unseen. However, when you see the ancient trees, occasionally there are beasts roars that shake the sky and the earth. I guess its height will not be too low.

"In the past, there was a mountain and a temple in the mountain. I was so young, I was considered a little monk. Where did the old monk go?"

Chen Bai laughed at himself, his eyes passed through the temple gate and swept to the ethereal statue of the god in the shrine. The fairy-like appearance was like a god. Suddenly, his heart moved and he clapped his hands and pointed at the statue and said, "You are the old monk, let's join together to meet the situation."

The statue was silent, but there was a faint flash of light, as if it was responding to Chenbai's words.

Unfortunately, Chen Bai has turned around and cannot be seen.

There is a path down the mountain. It seems that no one has stepped on it for a long time. It is full of grass, but it is much more labor-saving than walking through the dense forest.

The scenery is indeed beautiful, and the air is particularly fresh. It seems that every wind is filled with a free smell, and it is dry and stops. After a trip, I feel uncomfortable when my stomach is hungry again and my body is trembling and weak again, the sun is above my head, and he also sees the melon field outside the dense forest.
Chapter completed!