Where is this place? Although I have some questions in my mind, I am not anxious to know the answer, because just being in this beautiful scenery like Shangri-La makes me feel extremely comfortable and happy, as if I never want to know the answer again.
Return to the noisy world.
I lowered my head and looked at the lake beside me. It was indeed crystal clear to the bottom, which made me feel refreshed and happy. The face of a woman with a pretty face but a rather troubled look between her eyebrows came into my eyes, which contrasted well with the fish and plants swimming in the water.
Wait, where did this woman come from?
I was so frightened that I jumped up quickly, because the face of this woman looked very familiar, as if I had just met her before. Yes, that was the female ghost who was sucking people's life away.
It's just that the figure reflected in the lake is not a ghost. He is dressed in simple ethnic minority farmer's clothing. Although his face is clouded with sadness, his blood is ruddy and he does not look like a ghost.
I turned around and looked around, but there was no one else around me, including this woman. I stretched my head and looked at the lake again, and saw the confused look on the woman's face, and then I realized that it was none other than myself.
I turned into her? After thinking about this, I wasn’t too surprised. After all, this was not the first time that I had glimpsed the memories of ghosts in dreams, nor was it the first time that I had exchanged perspectives with ghosts and seen their lives.
Thinking back on it, maybe this has something to do with the ghost eyes that Liu Yishou gave me. He once said that the ghost eyes can peek into the dark places, and even allow me to put myself in the shoes of a ghost and feel the same experience as a ghost.
Judging from the current situation, if I am in the memory of the female ghost, it seems that she was a woman from a mountain village during her lifetime, with a similar origin to mine, but the landscape in her hometown is better than that in my village.
The scenery is so beautiful, it is really enviable.
The surrounding climate was a bit hot and humid. I only moved a few times before I felt sweat dripping down my back. My clothes were wet and sticky and very uncomfortable. I guessed that I was in some areas in the south.
I left the lake subconsciously, closed my eyes, and didn't think too much in my mind. I just let my two scripts move forward. I thought that if the other person's subconscious mind was left in the body in this memory, it might be able to take me back to her.
At home or other particularly impressive places, I can see what exactly happened to her during her lifetime that led to her committing suicide by lying on the train.
After walking for a while, I felt that the soft soil under my feet was getting harder and harder. My feet, which were only wearing a pair of thin sandals, felt a little painful from the ground, as if I had walked on a hard and uneven stone floor.
The warm and sunny sunshine around me gradually disappeared from my field of vision. Although I closed my eyes, I could still feel that I had walked indoors unknowingly and came to a dark and humid place, but I could hear the sound coming from my ears.
It can be judged from the sound that I have not opened any door, or that someone has opened the door for me.
I opened my eyes curiously, and then I understood what was going on. It turned out that I had actually walked into a huge cave. There were no traces of artificial carvings around it. It was a completely natural stalactite cave, with lamps and lanterns placed around it.
The oil lamp was shining with white light, and I didn’t know what kind of lamp oil could burn such a flame.
Why would I come to a place like this? Looking at the jagged rocks and the swaying lights in the cave, I felt something strange was happening around me. My heartbeat was getting faster and faster. Suddenly, a figure jumped out from a stalagmite, which scared me.
Jump, and when I looked carefully, I saw an old man with a wizened face, wearing strange clothes, walking towards me with an expressionless face.
"Are you ready?" He asked calmly, his throat was like an old and heavy blower, and his words were accompanied by the sound of coughing and thick phlegm, which was a bit disgusting.
"Okay, please do it." My mouth opened automatically and I softly uttered such a sentence. I knew that this was probably a reappearance of the scene before my death, and I could act without my conscious awareness.
"Then let's get started, turn around and kneel on the ground." The old man said matter-of-factly, then he reached out and took out a basket from behind the stalagmite, as if he was rummaging through it to find something important.
Although I was a little curious, I turned around involuntarily, and just as the old man said, I knelt down obediently. Then I reached out to the buttons on my chest, slowly unbuttoned each button, and took off my coat.
On the ground.
Then he stretched his hands to the laces behind his chest, and actually took off his underwear, leaving his white upper body naked and kneeling on the hard and cold stone floor. The scene was strange and fragrant.
Although now I can "panoramic view of the beautiful scenery" just by lowering my head, but rather than such wretched thoughts, I am more curious about what is going on and why this woman suddenly ran into a cave and stood in front of an old man with a withered face.
Kneel down in front of a man and take off your shirt?
I thought that Buddhism in some areas and Hinduism seemed to have the practice of both men and women practicing Joy Zen. Could it be that I had mistakenly fallen into a similar evil sect and wanted to practice dual cultivation with this old man?
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel sick to my stomach. Damn, those dreams in the past were always so painful that I had to live and breathe. Do I have to devote myself to this old man this time? I'm still a young girl, and I still have to make love with a man. Forget it.
, I don’t want to know about her life anymore, please wake me up quickly.
Unfortunately, my prayers were probably not heard by God. I am still deeply entrenched in this dream, with no intention of waking up.
But after kneeling for a long time, I even felt a little cold. The old man still didn't seem to do anything. Could it be that he was secretly spying on me from behind? It's really abnormal, but before I could think of more details, I was so slow.
Slowly, other women entered the cave one after another.
They look about the same age as me, the oldest is only twenty-four or five, and the youngest seems to be underage, twelve or thirteen years old. Everyone is wearing similar clothes, and they are all beautiful, at least they are more pleasing to the eye.
kind.
The old man asked them one by one if they were ready, just like he asked me. After the other party gave a positive answer, they knelt down on the ground like me, took off their shirts, looked pious, and looked ahead with dull eyes, as if they were raising their heads.
As if expecting something.
I guessed that this was probably a kind of sacrificial ceremony of an ethnic minority. Although it looked a bit evil, there were no scenes that were too bloody or bizarre so far, which made me relax my vigilance. It was probably because I was the first to arrive, so I knelt down.
For the longest time, my body began to sway a little.