Li Jiumu's mouth was still devouring Ah Wang's body, mucus flowing, he mumbled, "This is Liuyun Village, I am the Great Elder here. To capture me in my own village? That's just a fool's dream..."
"Speaking with someone in your mouth, your words are unclear, it's irritating to listen to."
Zhou Xuan stepped forward, lightly shaking the paper fan, and struck the gavel.
"Is that a storyteller? But you are in my dream, how can you generate dreams?"
"In this world, the storyteller's hall is the ancestor when it comes to dream manipulation. When the ancestors arrive, shouldn't you immediately kowtow and pay respects instead of talking nonsense."
After Zhou Xuan struck the gavel, he transformed himself into a dream.
The ninth incense technique of the storyteller — I am the Dream Master.
Once the Buddha's son "Six Desires" turned his body into a dream, Zhou Xuan used "I am the Dream Master" to forcibly create a dream within the Buddha's dream,
