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"Want to fight with me? In the next life!"

Suppressing her heavy crying, even now she was sitting in the Red Sleeve Tower, the words she heard before she died still clearly appeared in her ears.

Lin Chunhuan took a deep breath, and when he opened his eyes again, he had restrained all his emotions and lowered his head to rummage through his bag.

She didn't expect that the next life Qinghe mentioned would come so quickly. Although the time left for her was very tight,... what did it matter?

He took out a bright yellow talisman from the kit and folded it into a triangle shape. There were some vermilion lines on it. Just by looking at it, Lin Chunhuan already knew the function of this talisman.

Moving slowly but extremely seriously, he walked to the oil lamp, lit the charm, and watched the small triangle burn into ashes.

Reality has given her a big slap in the face.

No matter how stupid Lin Chunhuan was, she knew very well that the Prince Regent's path would never work. No matter what price she paid, it would be impossible to save the Red Sleeve Tower from the Prince Regent.

But in Yan State, there are really not many people who can compete with the regent. The only one she can choose is... Emperor Yan!

The moment the talisman was burned clean, the emperor hiding in the ruined temple in the mountains still held the scripture in his hand, and the next moment he yawned uncontrollably.

After a few breaths, he fell into a deep sleep.

Dream Talisman.

As long as you burn the spell, recite the other party's information silently in your heart, the more detailed the better. After the burning is completed, you can enter the other party's dream and control the content of the dream.

It was the first time she used something like this. Lin Chunhuan was not sure whether it would work or not. She didn't know where the tip came from, but she felt inexplicably trusting it.

Sure enough, just after burning the dream talisman, Lin Chunhuan was lying on the bed. As soon as he closed his eyes, he arrived in a solemn temple, with bursts of chanting echoing in the temple.

Just stay for a while, and your impetuous mind gradually becomes calm.

The corner of his mouth twitched uncontrollably.

Everyone in the Yan Kingdom knew that their emperor was dedicated to Buddhism and had ignored government affairs for quite some time. If it had not been for the regent, the Yan Kingdom would have been annexed by other countries long ago!

Because of this, the power of the Regent can be said to be overwhelming in Yan State. Apart from the Emperor of Yan State, Lin Chunhuan really can't think of anyone else in this world who can compete with the Regent.

Being able to save the Red Sleeve Tower in the hands of the Regent.

But she was also surprised. She had only heard that Buddhism was respected during pilgrimage, but she never expected that the other party could even dream about the temple.

Isn't this a bit too exaggerated...

"Master Huitong, please, please accept me!"

Before Lin Chunhuan could think more, a stronger call for prayers reached her ears. In the blink of an eye, in the courtyard that was just an open space, there was a young man kowtowing to an old monk.

But from the beginning to the end, the old monk closed his eyes tightly and kept turning the beads. He didn't even look at the young man in front of him. He even stood sideways and refused to accept the man's courtesy.

After only thinking for a moment, Lin Chunhuan already had an idea in his heart.

The dream talisman says that those who burn the talisman can control dreams, but they don't know to what extent they can control it.

As soon as a thought came to his mind, Lin Chunhuan teleported more than ten meters from the small forest outside and appeared outside the courtyard in just a moment!

Now that the experiment is over, it’s time to begin…

The emperor kept kowtowing, and in his mind he vaguely felt that he must become a disciple of Master Huitong. He didn't know why, but he couldn't help but want to do this.

This matter seemed to have become an obsession in his heart.

"Amitabha." Huitong sighed helplessly, "The donor has not yet finished his earthly fate and his six roots are impure. It is better to return to the mortal world."

"Master, do you think that I am still the emperor, so that's why you don't accept me?!" The emperor's tone was a little urgent, and he even knelt forward for a while, "As long as the master is willing to accept me as his disciple, I don't deserve to be the emperor!"

Huitong shook his head slowly and opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something.

But before he could say anything, his voice seemed to be stuck for a moment, "There is a goddess here, who is holy and unparalleled, descending to earth to endure calamities."

"The goddess's fate is destined to happen to the donor." Huitong spoke, waving his sleeves, and in an instant, a picture scroll unfolded in front of the emperor.

The person in the painting is naturally Lin Chunhuan, either smiling lightly or frowning, every frown and every smile is a beauty in the world!

In addition, the scroll was so lifelike, as if such a person really appeared in front of him, laughing and cursing at him. The emperor was fascinated by it for a moment, and murmured to himself, "Goddess?"

"The love tribulation has not ended yet, and the fate between the donor and me, the Buddha, has not yet come. Only by fulfilling this tribulation can the donor be considered to have cut off the world of mortals. I also ask the donor to return to the world of mortals and go through the tribulation."

Huitong's voice sounded far and near in his ears, as if he was not around.

However, the emperor didn't notice this at all at this time. His eyes only stared at the person on the scroll, as if he wanted to carve that smile into his bones.

When I woke up in a daze, it was already bright outside.

The oil lamp in front of him had long since burned out. The emperor exhaled a long breath. He did not expect that he would actually fall asleep while reading the scriptures. He quickly clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha."

When I got up and thought about fetching a bucket of water from the river not far away to wash myself with, a face appeared in my mind involuntarily, and I laughed to myself, "Goddess?"

"Maybe she really is a goddess. There is no such beautiful person in this world."

The emperor obviously did not take this dream seriously. He shook his head and threw this messy dream to the back of his mind.

At the same time, Lin Chunhuan also woke up from his sleep.

Controlling her dreams all night long made her feel as tired as if she hadn't slept.

Fortunately, the high fever in her body had subsided, so she didn't feel too uncomfortable. She got up, changed her clothes and walked out.

"Ah Huan? Aren't you still sick? Why are you up now?" As soon as she left the house, Zhuang's mother came over with a bowl of millet porridge and saw this scene.

Lin Chunhuan pursed her lips, desperately controlling her tears.

They were all children raised by her, but Mother Zhuang still saw something was wrong with her at a glance. She quickly put the porridge bowl in her hand aside, saying disgusting words on her lips, but her hand fell on Lin Chunhuan's forehead very naturally, " Look how old you are."

"Why are you so pretentious even though you're sick?"

It was better not to say this. As soon as she said it, Lin Chunhuan couldn't control her tears anymore. She hugged Zhuang's mother into her arms and couldn't stop crying.

After a while, I finally managed to control my emotions, "Mom, don't laugh at me. People who are sick are already a bit more fragile, so why aren't they allowed to cry?"

The child at home has mycoplasma and has a high fever for two days in a row. I guess there has only been one update in the past two days. Sorry, sorry, there are a lot of people who want to see the extra about the fear of female princes. I will write one in the next two days. If you want to know which role to write specifically, you can leave a message in the comment area.