Chapter 2104 Initial Dream

2104

A warm and delicate hand gently held Ye Fan's wrist from behind.

Ye Fan turned his head and saw Su Qingxue who was worried and concerned.

"Husband... Did you see some hallucination again? Your head is covered in cold sweat..." Su Qingxue worried.

Ye Fan took a deep breath, smiled wryly, "I...I feel like I had a...very long dream..."

"It's okay, I just woke up, and I feel a little uncomfortable, let's go to the best psychiatrist to help you diagnose.

Maybe sort out some things, and you'll be fine," Su Qingxue said.

Ye Fan nodded, and reached out to hold the woman tightly in his arms...

"Wife...I miss you so much..."

"Um……"

Seeing this scene, warm applause and cheers broke out on the lawn again...

Three days later, the news of Sword God's awakening has spread all over the world.

People from all over the world spontaneously started round after round of celebration activities. Leaders delivered speeches praising the achievements of Sword God and expressed their blessings.

A large number of "believers" even wanted to make a pilgrimage to Huahai overnight. Fortunately, Xu Lingshan led the sword-wielder to guide and persuade them, so there was no large-scale stampede and casualties.

At the same time, Huahai Qingshan Lake, in a wing of Lingyun Temple.

The ancient Buddha with green lights, smoke curling up.

"... Form is not different from emptiness, and emptiness is not different from form, whether it is this world that the benefactor sees, or that vast prehistoric world.

All forms and phenomena are manifested by the nature of the donor.

As the so-called "non-two methods", the two worlds, seemingly different, are actually one.

When water has wind, it creates waves. Water and waves seem to be static and moving, with different faces, but they are actually one.

The donor doesn't have a heart disease, it's just...the obsession is too deep."

On the futon, a bhikkhuni with a wrinkled face clasped his hands together with a smile.

Ye Fan, who was sitting opposite, nodded silently, "Thank you, master, for waking up the dreamer."

The bhikkhuni shook his head, "The poor nun is nothing more than a wild crane. In front of a saint like the benefactor who saves the people from suffering, this small matter is insignificant."

"Master, I'm overwhelmed, my hands are covered in blood, I can't be called a saint, I can't even be called a good person.

I just... did what I should do." Ye Fan lowered his head and laughed at himself.

"If I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell, the donor sacrifices his life for benevolence, and only then can he accomplish great good..."

Ye Fan raised his head, his eyes flickered, and he clasped his hands together, "Amitabha..."

The two left the wing room, and in the yard outside, Du Yun'er was waiting with her mother, Du Yunsheng.

"Master, thank you for your hard work, you have come all the way to Huahai", Du Yunsheng saluted the bhikkhuni respectfully.

The bhikkhuni shook his head, "Why did Miao Yun say that, the Lord Sword God saved the common people with his own efforts, the poor nun just said a few words, what's the hard work."

This bhikkhuni is exactly the teacher Du Yunsheng worshiped after he became a monk, and he is also a rare Buddhist expert in Xia Kingdom.

In the past three days, Ye Fan had the most cutting-edge examination and saw the best psychologist in the world, but he was still in a complicated mood.

After Du Yunsheng heard about it, she proposed to find her mentor and try to talk to Ye Fan.

"Master, it's getting late, I'll take you to lunch," Du Yunsheng said with one hand supporting her.

"No, let's send the poor nun back to the mountains. I came here just to have a chat with Benefactor Ye. Although I can't help you, it's time to go," the nun said with a smile.

"Master, don't say that, I feel much more comfortable after listening to your words," Ye Fan said with a smile.

"That would be the best..."

After repeated invitations, the bhikkhuni was still unwilling to stay longer, so Du Yunsheng had no choice but to send her mentor to the high-speed rail station.

Ye Fan took Du Yun'er's hand and walked all the way from the Qingshan Lake to Ziye Tea House.

"Brother Ye Fan, are you feeling better now? Does that strange hallucination still appear?" Du Yuner asked concerned.

"Actually...it hasn't appeared in the past three days. It's just me who has never been able to figure out what is a dream and what is reality," Ye Fan said with a wry smile.

Du Yuner frowned slightly, turned around and came to Ye Fan, put her arms around the man's neck, raised her head, and kissed deeply.

Ye Fan hugged the woman's slender waist, feeling the wonderful sweetness...

After more than a minute, Du Yun'er let go of the man with a dazed look, "Brother Ye Fan, isn't this not real enough?"

Ye Fan grinned, showing an evil smile: "It's not real enough."

"Then how can it be true?" Du Yun'er asked anxiously.

Without further ado, Ye Fan turned the girl's body with his hands, making her turn her back, hug a weeping willow, and face Qingshan Lake...

"Ye... Brother Ye Fan! Are you crazy?! This is by the lake!"

"Anyway, the whole lake is mine, nobody's..."

"Then...that can't be in..."

"Good Yoona, don't you want to make me feel real, be good, be obedient..."

"No... ah..."

Twinkling and twinkling with the waves for thousands of miles, where is the spring river without moonlight...

Late at night, in Ziye Tea House, in Ning Zimo's boudoir.

Ye Fan was lying on the soft big bed, beside Ning Zimo and Du Yuner who had already fallen asleep contentedly, and Xiao Xiner who fell into it because she wanted to "help her sister vent her anger".

After the bouts of madness, calmed down, Ye Fan recalled the scenes of the prehistoric world, still so real.

However, when you look at the confidante around you and smell their sweet breath, it is so beautiful and real.

Compared to the world that is full of dangers and may die at the hands of some divine beasts and masters at any time, the earth is so peaceful and beautiful...

Before he knew it, Ye Fan also fell into a deep sleep...

In the early morning, Ye Fan sat up suddenly.

He looked around nervously and found that it was in Ning Zimo's room.

"What's the matter, my husband, why did you wake up so suddenly?" Ning Zimo, who was drinking morning tea next to him and flicking his mobile phone, asked with concern, "Did you have a nightmare?"

Ye Fan covered his forehead, "I... I thought, what happened yesterday was just a dream..."

"Did you get knocked out by some wine sword fairy again? That's a dream. You've seen the world before, so why don't you understand?" Ning Zimo smiled helplessly.

Ye Fan also smiled self-deprecatingly, "Forget it, let's not talk about that... Where are Yun'er and Xin'er?"

"Yun'er went back to the orphanage and said that people from the International Children's Protection Association came to talk to her about something... Xiner didn't know where to go.

But, to be honest, the two sisters are really interesting, they really have feelings for each other, it was so much fun last night," Ning Zimo said with a sip of tea and a smile.

Ye Fan thought of that charming feeling, and laughed straight: "Then what am I going to do today?"

"Today is Saturday, didn't you promise to take Tuan Tuan to see the dolphin show, did you forget?" Ning Zimo complained, "If you don't want to leave here, Tuantuan will blame me, my aunt."

"Ah? That's all... nothing... Nothing else?" Ye Fan didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"You have finished saving the world, let others do the rest, my great savior.

Isn't the most important thing for you in the future to be happy and live comfortably with your family?

Isn't this your biggest dream when you returned to China? "Ning Zimo blinked.

Ye Fan was stunned for a moment, turned his head to look at the bright morning light outside the window, and muttered to himself...

"Is this... my dream..."