Cultivation Chat Group Chapter 470
Chapter 470: Three Consecutive Dreams
Chapter 470: Three consecutive dreams
Translator: GodBrandy Editor: Kurisu
"Shitou, you're also an idiot! Confucius did not 'said' that! If you keep 'said' these wrong things, you'll be tied up and beaten, very painful!"
The native with a gentle look had an embarrassed expression on his face as he said, "Eh? Confucius not 'said' that?"
"Nope~ Confucius never 'said' that!" another native called out.
The corner of Sima Jiang's mouth twitched. He didn't know from where to start to ridicule the dialogue between these natives.
Am I really on an island of natives? The natives aren't only quoting Confucius' sentences, but they are also blabbering about palms getting hit, getting hung up and beaten, pain, and so on things.
Overall, it feels as though I ended up in the wrong play!
"Cough, hello. Excuse me, can you tell me where this place is?" Sima Jiang asked slowly.
"This I know!" The native with a gentle look on his face smiled and said, "According to what that scary man said this is a small island in the 'Peaceful Water'."
'Peaceful Water'? What the hell is that supposed to mean?!
Sima Jiang scratched his head for a while. Then, his eyes suddenly lit up. Was it possible that he meant 'Pacific Ocean'?
Am I currently on one of those islands in the Pacific Ocean?
Impossible! Before getting into the car accident, I was in mainland China! That place was very far from the ocean! Why did I suddenly appear on an island in the Pacific Ocean?
Is it possible that several months have passed since the day I lost control of the vehicle and fainted...?
At this time, Sima Jiang was lost in a myriad of thoughts.
Just as Sima Jiang was thinking of inquiring more information from these 'good-natured' natives, three figures slowly came over from a distant place.
One of the figures was tall and thin and was wearing a black windbreaker. He looked both cool and handsome.
One of the figures wore their hair in a casual ponytail and had skin as white as jade. On the face of the figure was a pair of glasses with a thick black frame. Even though it was night, the lenses of the glasses were refracting rays of wisdom.
The last figure had a bald head, and its body was wrapped in a green kasaya. Its facial features weren't clearly visible from afar, but from the looks of it, it seemed to be a young monk?
When the three figures came over, the natives acted as though they had seen a ghost. They orderly arranged themselves into two rows and stood perfectly still.
The man wearing a black windbreaker was a bit faster than the others and arrived beside the natives, saying in a cold voice, "Confucius said: Learning and constantly reviewing..."
The several natives quickly said full of pride, "Learning and constantly reviewing, what a pleasure, what a delight!"
The man wearing a black windbreaker continued, "Is it not a joy to have friends come from afar"
"Is it not a joy to have friends come from afar? What a pleasure, what a delight!" the natives said with haste.
But amidst all this, one of the natives still answered incorrectly, "Is it not a joy to have friends come from afar? It is impolite not to reciprocate!"
A cold light flashed through the eyes of the man wearing a black windbreaker. He took out a thick disciplinary ruler out of nowhere and pointed it toward the native that answered incorrectly.
The native had a bitter expression on his face as he arrived in front of the man wearing a windbreaker. Then, he nervously stretched out his black hands.
"Pa!" A loud sound echoed. The disciplinary ruler mercilessly hit the palms of the man.
"Aaaaah~" the native called out in pain.
Even the body of the nearby Sima Jiang couldn't help but twitch, just as though he was experiencing the scene in person.
At this time, the two figures in the rear also slowly came over.
The one that seemed to be a young monk suddenly looked at Sima Jiang as he approached.
"Hey, Little Jiang, how are you!" the young monk said.
It was late at night and very dark; Sima Jiang opened his eyes wide and tried to look in the direction of the young monk.
It was a youngster with kind-looking features. He looked really familiar!
Eh? Wait a moment. Isn't this the student of Jiangnan's university, Song Shuhang?
"Song Shuhang, what are you doing here?" Sima Jiang said, surprised.
"Song Shuhang shrugged his shoulders and replied, "Haha, this place is the territory of a friend? I came here as a guest.
After coming out of Palace Master Seven Lives Talisman's treasure house, Song Shuhang tried to induce the ghost spirit and locked onto its position. What surprised him was that the ghost spirit was very close to him. It was also on this island of natives.
Thereupon, Song Shuhang started looking for it and finally arrived next to the van and Sima Jiang.
At this time, Song Shuhang could feel that his ghost spirit was inside the van!
But when he tried to recall the ghost spirit, the latter only transmitted over a thought saying that it was powerless. Afterward, an extremely cold feeling also was transmitted over from the ghost spirit through the shared senses.
The more he was approaching the van, the stronger the cold feeling was getting. Song Shuhang felt as though even the joints of his bones had frozen.
Thereupon, he had no choice but to temporarily disable the senses sharing with the ghost spirit and keep active only the position locking feature.
Sima Jiang shot a look at Song Shuhang's bald head and the kasaya he was wearing, asking, "Song Shuhang, have you decided to become a monk?"
As expected, he asked that question!
Song Shuhang faintly sighed and squeezed out a smile, saying, "No, I've never thought of becoming a monk. I had to shave my head due to a small accident and the kasaya I'm wearing is a gift from a friend. Would you believe me if I were to say that all of this was a mere coincidence?"
Sima Jiang silently nodded but it was unknown whether he really believed Song Shuhang's words or not.
Song Shuhang faintly sighed once more. After going back, he would look for Dharma King Creation and ask him which level one needed to be to learn that technique that could let one grow their hair back.
Moreover, there was still that problem with True Monarch Yellow Mountain!
Yellow Mountain took Doudou and left quite some time ago but what about the password to unlock the emerald-green kasaya on his body?!
Without the password, he couldn't take off this kasaya!
"In that case, I need to ask you something, Shuhang. Is this place really in the middle of the Pacific Ocean?" Sima Jiang asked.
Song Shuhang smiled and nodded.
Sima Jiang forced a smile he really ended up in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. Now then, who was bored to the point of delivering him from mainland China to an island in the Pacific Ocean?
"Song Shuhang is there a way to leave this island?" Sima Jiang asked.
"Little Jiang, don't worry. We'll go back after a few days. At the time, we'll return to China together," Song Shuhang said with a smile.
After hearing these words, Sima Jiang was finally able to relax. As long as he could return to China, it was fine.
Song Shuhang followed the traces of the ghost spirit and got into the vehicle.
The two disciples of the Chu Family greeted Song Shuhang and said, "Senior Song, hello."
Although this Mister Song seemed rather young, he was already a cultivator of the Second Stage. Therefore, it wasn't wrong on their part to call him 'senior'.
"Hello to you guys too." Song Shuhang smiled and nodded. Soon after, his gaze fell on the express delivery box.
From what he was sensing the ghost spirit was inside the box. It was inside this box that had to be delivered to the old ancestor of the Chu Family, Chu Kangbo!
The name of the sender wasn't written on the express delivery box. There were only the words 'To my dear friend Chu Kangbo'.
Song Shuhang stretched out his hand and tried to touch the express delivery box. But as soon as he touched it, he felt a cool feeling transmit to his body even though he had already cut off the senses sharing with the ghost spirit.
The bone-piercing cold made the hand Song Shuhang was using to feel the express delivery box stop for a moment.
"This express delivery box is really strange," Song Shuhang said after forcing a smile.
The nearby Sima Jiang nodded and said, "Yes, it is indeed a bit strange."
The sender of the express delivery deposited the box at this place one month ago, paying a large sum of money in advance.
According to the agreement between Sima Jiang and the sender, the latter would deliver the box if the former were to fail to show up within one month to cancel the delivery.
Therefore, after a month passed, Sima Jiang personally set out to deliver the express delivery to the Chu Family's place.
Song Shuhang had no idea what the ghost spirit was doing inside the box. Even recalling it forcefully was of no use. It just kept transmitting a 'cold' feeling.
Luckily, although it was frozen stiff and trembling, the ghost spirit didn't say that it was in danger.
As long as the ghost spirit wasn't in danger, Song Shuhang didn't want to tear down the express delivery of the ancestor of the Chu Family...
"From the looks of it, I'll have to wait until the express delivery box is delivered to the ancestor of the Chu Family to do something..." Song Shuhang muttered to himself.
Afterward, he forced a smile and gently patted on the box, transmitting a thought to the ghost spirit. If you are in danger, call me immediately.
If the ghost spirit was in danger, he would have no choice but to tear down the express delivery to save it. Afterward, he would find some way to apologize to the ancestor of the Chu Family.
After he transmitted this thought to the ghost spirit, Song Shuhang suddenly felt a strong dizzy feeling transmit back to his head.
Countless scenes flashed through his mind at once.
There was a huge blood pond with several puppet arms and legs scattered all around. Moreover, there were human skins getting air-dried. These pictures belonged to that puppet called She Lan.
Then, there was the picture of a mysterious small island. This time, he could see even more clearly the huge city on this island in the sky. There were incredibly big condors flying in the sky, as well as giant lizards then, he felt as though there were countless palaces and faintly saw Nine Lanterns' silhouette, as well as her version with long hair. These pictures belonged to the mysterious island?
...In the end, he saw the picture of a huge chunk of ice. Then, an anxious voice came from within the chunk of ice what was the origin of this scene?
Wait a moment, this ice cold feeling is it possible that it's something the ghost spirit transmitted over?
"My head is about to explode," Song Shuhang said as he rubbed his temples.
Song Shuhang got extremely sleepy and his eyelids became very heavy, to the point that he couldn't even open his eyes.
He made an effort and turned his head around, saying to Young Master Phoenix Slayer and Palace Master Seven Lives Talisman, "Seniors, is there a place where I can rest?"
"What?" Palace Master Seven Lives Talisman asked in puzzlement.
"I suddenly feel somewhat exhausted?" As soon as his voice faded, Song Shuhang's body softly fell downward, lying face-down on the seat of the vehicle.
Before long, a rhythmical breathing sound was transmitted over.
Did he fall asleep?
The way he fell asleep was so fast and sound that it would make the people that suffered from insomnia and couldn't sleep for the whole night despair!
"..." Young Master Phoenix Slayer.
Palace Master Seven Lives Talisman got a bit worried and moved forward, giving Song Shuhang's body a check.
"He is sleeping for real, and there seems to be nothing out of the ordinary. I got scared for nothing." Palace Master Seven Lives Talisman didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"Perhaps it's because of me," Young Master Phoenix Slayer said somewhat embarrassed. Song Shuhang had controlled his body for so long with the mental energy of a cultivator of the Second Stage that should have completely drained his mental energy.
"Forget it. I'll prepare for him a place to rest," Palace Master Seven Lives Talisman said with a smile.