Under the green pine tree, an old man in his green clothes, leaned sideways on the blue rock surrounded by lush flowers and plants. The old man's hair is young and his fairy-like look is like a god. At this time, he naturally pillowed his hands under his head, his sleepy eyes closed slightly, and his mouth slightly raised, as if he was intoxicated by a wonderful dream.

The breeze blew by, the fallen flowers swayed, and the fragrance of flowers was lingering. The old man seemed to smell the fragrance of flowers, and his figure moved slightly. His clothes swayed slightly in the wind, and a strand of black hair also floated to the corner of the old man's mouth. He naturally stretched out his hand to brush it away, and then he seemed to be truly immersed in illusion, no longer making any moves, but more smiles appeared from his face, and the relief and enlightenment in his smile became more and more obvious.

In this paradise like a paradise, are the dewdrops on the strange flowers and plants already sunk by the new sun, are the breeze sending rays of flowers, the sound of birds and insects, are the setting sun has dyed the west sky blood red, are the stars appearing spread rays of milky white starlight into the void... It can also make people feel that time is passing quietly, time really stops, like eternity.

The old man was still asleep in such a quiet and peaceful manner. He had already sunk into the endless illusory dream, and all the troubles and disturbances in the outside world were blocked by him. No one knew what was happening in the dream, and time was still passing quietly.

At some point, a butterfly flying from a distance fell on the old man, and then more and more butterflies flew here from all directions. They either flew beside the old man or fell lightly everywhere on the old man. The old man seemed to emit a certain breath, which attracted such a number of butterflies, and all of this looked as fantastic as a dream.

Soon, the old man was already trapped in the butterfly group. The more butterflies gathered, and from a distance, they looked like a sea of ​​butterflies. This sea of ​​butterflies was moving regularly, as if they were breathing.

Suddenly, the originally quiet sea of ​​butterflies seemed to be frightened and became restless, scattered. After a while, only a butterfly was left lying quietly on the blue rock. The butterfly was as big as a sycamore leaf, as white as jade, but lifeless. The green pine and the blue rock were still there, but the old man's figure disappeared, as if he had disappeared into this dreamlike illusion with the butterflies.

Time also stopped flowing in this realm at the moment when the old man disappeared: there was no breeze that swelled, the refreshing fragrance of flowers, the pleasant sound of birds and insects... Everything here stopped, and this moment became eternal.

Dead silence fills this realm.

"Congratulations to Mr. Zhuang, finally entering a new realm." A somewhat tender voice suddenly sounded in this realm, and then echoed like layers of ripples.

Just as the calm lake would be suddenly thrown into the ground and ripples caused by sudden slurring, this originally static realm was also broken in an instant after the tender sound came in, like a piece of light and crisp glass suddenly broken by external force. Although it was silent, the originally static time flowed.

In a moment, as the call disappeared, everything here came to life. The breeze blew by, the branches and grass swayed, and the fragrance of flowers remained the same.

At the same time, the butterfly lying quietly on the blue rock also changed as if awakened. The milky white essence existing in the butterfly veins began to flow slowly to its limbs. The butterfly actually slowly "live". It first shook its tiny head gently, then stretched its wings a little clumsyly, and three pairs of slender feet wanted to stand up so that it could fly from the blue rock. It was like a butterfly that had just emerged from the cocoon. This seemingly simple movement required him to constantly try it, and it was gradually completed by familiarity. Finally, after its wings became stronger and more flexible and agile, the butterfly shining with light finally flew away from the blue rock and flew into this endless realm.

As it flies freely, it began to try to do various flying movements: dive, rotate, and fly at a high speed... It seems that the butterfly is as free as a child and forgets everything. It seems that it is playing freely, and it is more like practicing the supreme martial arts, because in the end, the figure of the butterfly can no longer be seen clearly in this situation, and only the layers of afterimages like sharp swords are slowly disappearing.

I don't know how long it took.

"Bo Zhuang, a guest is here to visit you." The tender voice resounded again in this endless illusion without warning.

I was immersed in the fun of flying, butterflies that could no longer find their figure. After the tender voice sounded, the afterimage remaining in the void suddenly overlapped, and a butterfly that was about ten feet long appeared above the Qingyan with milky white light. The originally slender figure was gone, and the strong wings seemed to have infinite power every time they incited. The thin essence that slowly flowed in the body had been replaced by the more viscous spiritual energy, and its momentum became extremely sharp.

The butterfly, which had already appeared, kept hovering over the blue rock, as if thinking and hesitating. However, within ten meters of the blue rock, it had become messy. As if it had just experienced a strong storm, the butterfly was obviously unhappy with the disturbance of outsiders. In the end, it fell from mid-air on the blue rock, looking around the surrounding damaged environment, and its dexterous head kept lightly lit with a look of pride and satisfaction. Soon, it saw it lying quietly on the blue rock after closing its wings. As the milky white light shrouded around the butterfly dissipated, its body also slowly shrank, and everything was recovering to its original appearance. Finally, it seemed to be back to its original appearance. A breeze blew by, and the butterfly was blown under the blue rock, and its light body had no sense of consciousness.

At some point, the butterflies scattered in the enclaves continued to appear from all over the place again and emerged towards the blue rock. Soon, the surroundings of the blue rock were once again obscured by these butterflies.

Just like this, a whisper like a baby who had just woken up sounded from this sea of ​​butterflies. In an instant, the butterflies flew into a corridor and rushed into the endless void, as gorgeous as fireworks blooming in the dust.

The old man who had disappeared for a long time actually appeared again. As soon as he was at the beginning, he was still quietly leaning against the blue rock and asleep. The butterflies flying into the void turned into starlight, and then fell to the old man quickly like a meteor, and merged into his body in a moment. With the influx of the starlight, the old man gradually became illusory and thoroughly refracted dazzling light like the sun, which made people unable to look directly. But he seemed to have not been affected at all and was still asleep quietly.

When the last little starlight merged into the old man's body, the light suddenly became introverted. After a moment, the old man finally woke up from the dream, and the slightly closed eyes slowly opened. What kind of eyes are these: there is no beam of light like a sharp sword shot out from his eyes, nor is there a huge divine power that can make the world dimly pale in blinking, nor is there a huge destructive power that can destroy the world... The eyes only show the vicissitudes and depth of all things, the enlightenment and freedom that are transcendent, and the wisdom and intelligence of understanding all things... He looked around calmly, giving people calmness and peace of mind.

The old man stretched out his hands and feet, and took the cane from beside him for a long time, and stood up slowly. He stood in front of him, holding it tightly with his hands, standing in this endless realm. His body, which seemed to be as tough and upright as a towering mountain, was unshakable. The breeze blew, his clothes were slightly swaying, and his hair was fluttering. He saw his head raised and his eyes focused on the sky above the blue rock, his eyes as if through this realm, he reached the endless void that was beyond the reach of everything - "nothing".

"It is true that dreams are real, reality is illusion. Humans are true, butterflies are virtual! Everything that countless people pursue in false reality is just a real dream. This ancient picture is really weird. Only in dreams can we understand the supreme morality in it."

"But Meng will wake up sooner or later!"

“…”

With these words that seemed to be answers and questions, the old man's figure gradually became illusory and transparent until he disappeared. And this endless realm also shattered in an instant, dissipating without a trace.

Wake up from the dream.
Chapter completed!