Luo Xiaoxiao lay on the sofa in the hotel and looked at the time, 12 o'clock at noon. Varanasi, India, is more than two hours away.

It is rumored that science is not eternal, religion is not superstition, and purity can be felt in extremely dirty environments, and life can also be experienced in the cycle of life and death.

After separating from Lu Guanjie, she has been uneasy, and her interest in theology and religion has inexplicably risen, and she chooses to re-examine the world by traveling with the excitement of seeing the light.

She finished washing up slowly, stretched, walked to the balcony and pushed open the window, looked at the miscellaneous wires, shook her head, and felt like a nineties market.

It is rumored that Varanasi science is not eternal, religion is not superstition, and purity can be felt in extremely dirty environments, and life can also be experienced in the cycle of life and death.

So far, this trip has had no gaming experience except for the face-saving project of passing through the airport of the Indian capital.

I couldn't get used to the strange smell of getting off the plane, let alone the smelly masala food.

She stared at the vast world outside the window, her pupils were haloed with soft light, and a sense of loneliness arose.

At this age, there is nothing wrong with the ascension of both parents, and no one can escape the laws of nature.

If you want to talk about lovers, there were girls who wanted to get married when they were young, but the family conditions were not good, and then they concentrated on their studies, and they always missed it.

As for the old and virgin, if you want to talk about the history of feelings, who hasn't combined a few concave and concave convexities? Zhang Ye smiled inexplicably, but he couldn't imagine that he would become a 'forced dink' in the end.

Being alone causes him to like to be lively, maybe this is why he became a blogger, of course, it is reasonable to occasionally start a live broadcast to collect a little IQ tax, after all, it also costs to produce content.

"Hey, stop!" Zhang Ye called a tuk tuk downstairs, that is, a three-wheeled one, in fluent English, and went out with a small bag on his back.

The streets are crowded and dirty, Zhang Ye observes the street vendors all the way, records what he sees and hears with his mobile phone, and comes to a characteristic conclusion:

They looked at me like they were trying to do something wrong!

He was a little ashamed of his subconscious conclusions, he was a doctor, how could he look at people with colored glasses and playfully slap himself in the mouth, it was also a developing country, and it took time.

While thinking about it, I saw that there were more snacks at the intersection, so I casually called the parking man, and got off the bus after paying the fee for half a day.

The popularity of English in India is very high, but the accent is too heavy, and many words will not be able to respond for a while, and you have to get used to it, and experience the comparison firsthand, it should be like a little Hu Jianren speaking Mandarin.

Zhang Ye wandered around looking for the local food he was accustomed to, passing by the fish-killing stall, and watching the barefoot third brother hit the big fish on the fixed knife gate, this way of killing fish was very fresh.

An international friend passing by broke the news that they can't kill, so they didn't kill the fish, they killed it...

Zhang Ye felt that the logic was something wrong, he didn't understand the local customs, and it was not good to spread the truth.

Looking around, all he saw were red, yellow, and slimy things, like poop, he rationally chose the main meal fruit, and the side meal fried crispy balls, anyway, when he went abroad to experience, he didn't care about hygiene.

It's unreasonable not to eat local food at all, isn't it often said that food is the essence of the country?

Zhang Ye opened his mouth and stuffed a fried crispy ball, I don't know what juice was added to it, it was unusually sour, mixed with Sange's special masala, that feeling.. It's indescribable, and you can't eat it when you're old.

"Wow" spit out....

Hearing the sound, the aunt who was sitting around turned her head and cast a questioning look, Zhang Ye smiled embarrassedly, and said embarrassedly: "I m sorry, I can't bear it." ”

Rinsing his mouth with mineral water and disposing of the filth with the paper he had brought with him, he continued to his destination.

Although there is garbage everywhere, this is a bit of a trick, but when you go abroad, you have to establish a good image for the country, and it is impossible to be watched by onlookers: "Where to dig potatoes? Dig here? Dig a sack..."

The Ganges Night Festival is a daily celebration in the holy city of Varanasi, no entrance fee is required, and in the afternoon, the quaint and narrow streets are already crowded with people, because of the different religious beliefs and the buildings have their own charm.

I heard that the presiding priest must be a high-caste Brahmin person, and only they can recite some ancient sacrifice texts, but there is nothing to say about the appearance, the young man is heroic, and the girl is white and beautiful.

However, it is not these that attract Zhang Ye, the caste system is just a product of colonial invasion, and it is not worth mentioning. On the contrary, he was more interested in a series of customs such as bathing devout believers in the Ganges River and water burials.

Zhang Ye put on a mask and wandered in the direction of the riverside, and on the way he met an ascetic monk of the same age with incomplete legs. His face was painted with the color of the gods, his right hand was raised high, his long messy hair was draped behind his back, and he sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, with a bit of a quiet taste of meditation in the hustle and bustle.

Zhang Zhisheng was moved to give him a piece of change, he suddenly opened his eyes, and said indifferently: "NO!"

Zhang Ye made eye contact with him, nodded his head to show respect, took back the banknote, and turned around, more people who looked like disabled believers surrounded him, and the fierce gods reached out to beg for it, and there was a posture that they were not allowed to leave.

Zhang Ye didn't want to trouble, so he smiled helplessly, so he had to grab the little cash on his body and distribute it one by one, like a monkey on Mount Emei, whoever has more will cause a quarrel.

At last they came to the Ganges River, where people played the Ahla drums and sang solemn and desolate ballads to the beat of the drums, and many people stood in the water with their palms folded and muttered words in their mouths.

In the distance, wooden boats are slowly moored, and the people on board pray to the gods in Hindi for the return of the deceased...

Zhang Ye was interested, even if the floating garbage was rotten, and it was not every day, he would inevitably have to pretend to be a member of this holy river, and besides, coronary heart disease beneficial exercise included swimming.

Thinking about it, Zhang Ye took off his clothes and pants, did a series of stretching exercises, patted his arms and legs slightly with water to adapt to the water temperature, and subconsciously blocked all kinds of negative information about the Ganges River in his brain, and "poof" a fierce man dived into the water.

When the old man hates less, he does not bend his youthful heart, Zhang Ye never treats himself as an old man, he is not so hypocritical, and he can do it if he wants.

Breaststroke, freestyle, more or less the descendants of the dragon, when encountering water, it is like crossing the river dragon, Zhang Ye, who has long adhered to this sport, is a semi-professional, and he swims far unconsciously.

He rolled over and floated on his back to save his strength, and when he saw an old Indian black on the shore, looking left and right, stealing his trouser pocket.

"Hey!STOP!"

scolded loudly, and the old black simply didn't pretend, and ran away with the showdown.

"Dog thief! I TM!" Zhang Ye almost forgot that he could spit fragrant in his mouth, his lips trembled with anger, and he turned to English and pointed to the shore for help, "Please heIp me!"

In addition to mobile phone documents, bank cards, and a little cash, there is nothing else in the clothes, mainly not worn ashore. But looking at the indifferent appearance of the local residents, he was still a little chilled and gave up shouting.

Just as he was about to swim back to the shore to call the police, he saw a bubble surging at the bottom of the yellow water around him, and his right leg was bitten by a big mouth in vain, and his sharp teeth pierced into the muscles, so he dragged him into the water.

Giant catfish?

Zhang Ye's first reaction was this guy, holding his breath and kicking left and right, but the huge material power was infinite, constantly swaying, tearing and swimming, it was impossible to hug and buckle his eyes, it was estimated that there would be one or two hundred catties.

Fighting against one or two hundred catties of creatures in the water, he didn't carry sharp objects, and was basically sentenced to death, Zhang Ye couldn't hold his breath, and the holy water of the Ganges River was poured in one after another, and his consciousness was about to blur...

All around, devout believers who were aware of the situation kept flowing over.

They can ignore the act of stealing, the world is reincarnated, whether it is the thief or the perpetrator, there is a cause and effect in it, and it cannot be interfered with, it is called crime and punishment, but the living life is devoured and cannot be saved, this is their own sin.

Not far away, the Aryan guy who returned from scattering ashes had two poles, drove the wooden boat to arrive first, looked at the position, pulled out the dagger on his waist and jumped into the water, and touched it It was probably a mess of stabbing...

The open hanging nation is really fierce!

Blood-stained river, the giant catfish loosened its mouth to protect itself, and its tail slapped rapidly, causing a circle of ripples, and it fled.

Zhang Ye was fished onto the water, and the devout believers carried him onto the wooden boat, and the group hugged the boat with the corners, and the new audience who didn't know what was going on thought it was a water burial...

His face was bruised and unconscious, and when he came ashore, someone called the emergency number, and the believers just watched with their eyes, what first aid measures did they want them to perform?

Inexistent!

Saving people is faith, whether you can live or not depends on your own fate, this is cause and effect, and believers have no relevant education at all.

In the crowd, a young European female tourist finally stood up and told everyone in fluent English that she needed chest compressions and artificial respiration, but she didn't do that herself.

She struggled inwardly, if only she were a handsome young guy, no one wanted to do much outside.

The situation was critical, an Indian old black sucked it down with his mouth, and pressed it with both hands to get the yellow water poured in.

Lao Hei was so anxious that he was sweating, and he hadn't gone far before he heard the crowd shouting, and he went around in a big circle, and witnessed all this in the corner, and blamed himself.

He is also a believer, with a conscience, and today it is true that the daughter of the family is seriously ill and has no money to see a doctor, so he has a bad idea.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt guilty, and I almost cried out in tears: "Please Don't die!"

"Please, don't die!" Zhang Ye heard a cry in the dark, opened his eyes with difficulty, and a sharp pain invaded, his right leg was already blurred with flesh and blood, angina pectoris also attacked because of fear and struggle, and he felt some air leakage in his abdomen between breaths...

The Aryan, who jumped into the water to rescue Zhangye, pursed his lips, and under the pretext of fixing the boat, secretly sank the dagger to the bottom of the river, put on his coat and squatted aside, trembling in fear...

The emergency alarm sounded from far to near, and the crowd made a debut, Zhang Ye glanced at it with difficulty, and drummed in his heart: "I'm finished..."

The Indian old black shouted twice and took the handle, and he was smoothly carried onto the emergency tricycle, roaring and bumping, and the blood flowed with the vibration.

At the same time, the sun was scorching, and no one noticed that a meteor slipped down and burned in the direction of Zhang Ye, and when the core disappeared, an invisible energy wave was emitted, marking him with a soul mark...