When the consciousness dies, the human being dies. He doesn't want Gu An and the others to encounter any danger if they stay here later.

Master She said: "It's not possible now."

Mo Hua looked at Master She silently.

Master She's heart skipped a beat and he quickly explained:

"It's really not possible. Dreaming is the ability of Lord River God. I'm just opening a forum and borrowing a method. How can I have the ability to send these people out of nightmares..."

Mo Hua's mind changed and he asked: "Then you fell into a dream too, how did you get out?"

Master She's face twitched slightly.

This kid has a very sharp mind.

He said weakly: "I..."

Mo Hua clenched his little fist.

Master She immediately said: "I... went to worship the River God, put incense on the altar, and kowtow three times respectfully, and then I can retreat from the nightmare."

"altar……"

Mo Hua's eyes narrowed slightly and he nodded, "I understand, please lead the way."

Master She didn't know what Mo Hua knew, but he didn't dare to ask, so he had no choice but to accept his fate and opened the door of the Heshen Temple.

The vermilion door opened, and the scene in the River Temple finally revealed the tip of the iceberg.

This river temple in the dream is much more magnificent than what you see outside.

The interior of the Heshen Temple is also much more spacious.

Mo Hua stepped into the River Temple. In front of him was a long white stone road with carved beams and painted pillars on both sides, engraved with various patterns of fish monsters.

We walked straight ahead, walked a little further, passed through the gate of the front hall, and arrived at the square of the River Temple.

Entering the square, Mo Hua's pupils couldn't help but tremble.

The square was full of "people" kneeling on their knees!

Moreover, these people looked very familiar, and upon closer inspection, they turned out to be fishermen from every household in the small fishing village.

Even Lao Yutou was kneeling inside.

Their figures were illusory, kneeling on the ground, kneeling towards the depths of the River Temple. At the same time, an ugly bloody fish swam in their heads.

The blood fish swims in their minds, just like swimming in water. Occasionally, if they take a sip, the figures of these fishermen become even fainter.

The kneeling fishermen all had painful expressions on their faces, as if they were in a nightmare, experiencing countless reincarnations of nightmares, and amidst the pain of endless reincarnations, they were offering their faith in suffering to the evil god.

Mo Hua's eyes couldn't bear it.

For these fishing cultivators, happiness is short-lived and pain lasts a lifetime.

Whether it is the aristocratic family or the evil god, they all regard them as "tools" and squeeze everything out of them.

However, the existence of these fishermen made Mo Hua very puzzled.

They should all be just ordinary casual cultivators. They do not follow the path of spiritual consciousness and enlightenment, and it is impossible for them to have independent incarnations of "spiritual thoughts".

These fishermen who are kneeling and worshiping are more like...

After falling into a nightmare, the "manifestation" of one's own consciousness in the dream?

But he was not very sure about the ink painting, so he asked Master She, "What are these fishermen doing?"

Master She rolled his eyes and said solemnly:

"These ignorant people are of low origin and live in misery, so they pray to the River God for blessings and mercy."

Mo Hua didn't say anything.

Master She was not satisfied with the ink painting, so he continued:

"In order to let them appreciate their kindness, Lord River God constructed this dreamland so that all of them can kneel down and pray here, day and night."

Mo Hua's eyes narrowed slightly, and he probably understood in his heart.

Ordinary monks do not have the incarnation of spiritual thoughts.

So the evil god weaved a dream.

All monks in dreams can manifest themselves with their spiritual consciousness.

This nightmare is a "collective dream" created by the River God, or the Great Wild Evil God himself.

Through nightmares, evil gods can maintain believers without being aware of it, and absorb the faith of believers to strengthen themselves.

Master She said that this dream "regardless of day and night"...

It means that this dream is not just a dream, it is not the kind of "dream" that occurs when you dream at night...

The fisherman in the small fishing village has this dream all the time.

It's only at night that dreams appear.

The medium that enters the dream, or the medium that is "polluted" by the evil god, is the well water where the blood fish are raised.

Mo Hua couldn't help but think of the nightmare he had after drinking fish soup not long ago and his consciousness was contaminated.

In the dream, he and his little senior sister experienced many joys and sorrows, but they never ended well.

After the dream, he woke up and crushed the fish demon in the sea of ​​consciousness to death.

If not, and the more serious the pollution of the sea of ​​consciousness is, he may be like these fishermen and be dragged into this "collective nightmare" in a "nightmare" one night, and he will never be able to get out or wake up.

Thus, they were completely reduced to "livestock" raised by evil gods.

Of course, I am not afraid of ink painting.

Although he is a bit dangerous, with his abilities, even if he cannot defeat the second-grade evil god, he should be more than enough to protect himself.

It's just that these villagers are different...

They couldn't resist at all.

These people may not even know what happened.

Mo Hua sighed in his heart.

Master She was watching the conversation secretly, not knowing what he was planning in his mind.

Mo Hua asked: "Can these villagers come out of their dreams?"

When Master She heard this, he was startled and said in a trembling voice: "Don't say such things..."

He looked around, lowered his voice and said cautiously:

"These villagers are the foundation of Lord River God. If you try to influence them, if you offend River God, be careful not to die without a burial place..."

Mo Hua curled his lips.

Master She was a little anxious and hurriedly advised, "Little... little ancestor, I don't know what your inheritance is. You have such a powerful spiritual power at a young age, but no matter how strong your spiritual power is, you are only a human being. How can you go there?"

Offend the majesty of the gods?"

"If you really anger Lord River God, not only you will die..."

I'm afraid I will also be affected and buried with you...

Master She said silently in his heart.

Lord River God's temper has never been that good.

Mo Hua was a little curious, "Have you seen the River God?"

Master She's face turned pale, "I've seen it... but I've never seen it before. I didn't dare to look. I just knelt on the ground and didn't dare to raise my head..."

Mo Hua was bored and said calmly: "Don't worry about it and continue to lead the way."

Master She hesitated for a moment and did not move forward.

Mo Hua walked a few steps and saw Master She standing still. He turned around and frowned: "Why don't you leave?"

Master She hesitated and said: "In front, you'd better not go."

"Why?"

"It's dangerous..."

"It doesn't matter, just take me there."

Master She's eyelids twitched, "I don't want to go there..."

"Then you want to keep your life here?" Mo Hua threatened simply.

Master She was filled with hatred.

The tiger fell down and was bullied by the dog!

This damn brat, let me see how arrogant you can be!

Well, since you want to die, I don't mind showing you the way.
To be continued...