In front of Bai Suqing's eyes, everything changed drastically.
The main palace where she was originally disappeared, and her eyes suddenly transformed into a forest of green mountains and green waters. In the green mountain scenery, there was a village hidden, with green bricks and green tiles, and a leisurely scenery.
Seeing this scene, Bai Suqing felt an unprecedented sense of familiarity.
That was the place where she lived when she was a child.
Bai Suqing's father left home when she was very young, and Bai Suqing was raised by her mother.
They lived in a very ordinary small village with no practitioners and grew up with a group of mortals.
At this time, Bai Suqing was a little numb. She didn't know why she appeared here. Everything that happened before seemed to have been forgotten.
With intuition, Bai Suqing found her home.
Before he even got close to the door, a faint aroma of chopped green onions bursting from fat rushed towards him, warm and familiar.
"Little girl, are you back? Quickly pack up and get ready for dinner."
Bai Suqing's mother stood in front of the stove, her sleeves still stained with white flour, and the scallion pancakes in the oil pan exuded a charming fragrance.
The furnishings in the yard are extremely simple. A grinding table is placed near the yard, and an old donkey is sleeping leisurely in front of the grinding table.
Bai Suqing sat numbly on the chair, took the plate from her mother's hand, picked up the scallion pancake and ate it.
Everything has a familiar taste.
Bai Suqing suddenly felt a sadness welling up in her heart, but she didn't know where it came from. She had forgotten what happened before. Subconsciously, she only remembered that she had been living in this village.
"After noon, you and your mother go to the temple to burn incense. Don't forget it."
The mother showed a faint smile, with crow's feet raised at the corners of her eyes.
Bai Suqing agreed. She couldn't remember why she wanted to go to the temple, but in her memory, her mother would burn incense every time at this time.
After dinner, Bai Suqing followed her mother and walked along the mountain road towards the temple.
Along the way, Bai Suqing saw many familiar figures. They were all villagers in the countryside.
There are old people, young people, and children.
They did not work, but like loyal believers, walked up the mountain road step by step towards the distant mountain temple.
Bai Suqing followed her mother, only to feel that the scene in front of her was full of strangeness. She couldn't help but squeeze her mother's hand, so that she could feel a sense of security.
Buddhist temple, the gate is open.
The two-page bronze door is like a gaping mouth of an abyss, waiting for believers to enter.
"Let's go in."
The mother showed a pious smile, grabbed Bai Suqing's hand, and wanted to take her into the temple.
Bai Suqing could already see that behind the temple, several splendid Buddha statues appeared with kind faces.
But those Buddha statues could not calm Bai Suqing's restless heart at all.
She looked around and felt that everything in front of her was just a dream, full of lies.
"No, that's not true!"
Bai Suqing looked at her mother and backed away, her heart filled with fear.
She suddenly remembered.
The fire that year burned down the entire village.
After her mother died, she was taken away from the village at a young age and never came back.
This is an illusion, reflecting the most vulnerable place deep in her heart.