Three people sit. Pen~Fun~ Pavilion www.biquge.info suddenly remembered something, and opened my mouth to ask: "When you went to see Dr. Yang that time, how did you know that there was an urn of female ghosts buried under the dead tree?" Bai Xuanzhi immediately reacted, and he said faintly: "You told me." I thought about it, remembered the poem, "Is that the poem?" But I still don't understand the mystery. I looked at him and asked curiously.

Just as I was wondering, he said something wrong, and said, "All the trees we saw before are fake, only the dead tree is real." Do you know what Bodhi means? Seeing that I was shaking his head, he continued: "The word Bodhi means enlightenment, which means that people wake up from a dream and have an epiphany of the truth, and see through all the true and false. I nodded in understanding.

Actually, I still didn't know what he meant, but I didn't want to ask too much, so I nodded. After a long silence, I asked again, "How long do you say you will sit this time?" Yi Shuihan shook his head blankly. I saw that Bai Xuanzhi also shook his head, and could only pray silently in my heart, hoping that no accidents would happen.

After a while, the street vendors began to move, and everywhere was bustling and lively, and they shouted faintly: "Gambling! Bet on! "Sure enough, those who open and close their mouths are inseparable from the word gambling. There are carts, there are burdens, all kinds of things, but there is a bit of the flavor of rushing to the market. However, it is very strange that they don't seem to see us, passing through our bodies, and not noticing the existence of the three of us. Presumably so, otherwise how to explain the current situation. Even so, I felt a pair of eyes that were reluctant to give up on me, and I couldn't help but turn my head and look around, and there was no suspicious object except for the gamblers walking on the street. Am I being too careful? I rolled my eyes, and carefully looked at the noisy streets, but I still couldn't see anything out of the ordinary.

The air was still stuffy. At this time, the streets were lit up with red lights, and some of them walked numbly with dim lanterns. I'm thinking, it turns out that the ghost market also has a little lantern walking. However, the light was too dim, and the light on their faces was miserable and green. Just in front of me, there came a gambler with no hair, no eyebrows and eyes, his face was flat, no facial features, just a white face. It was like a layer of white mist covering his face, blurring only a blank space. My head banged, although he couldn't see me, but when he passed through my body, I clearly felt his depressed power pressing on my heart, I saw another faceless ghost running towards me, he kept waving his hand to this side, his lips squirmed, as if he was saying something, I couldn't hear his words clearly, I just felt that everything was nothingness here, even their faces, all were nothing, there was no sense of reality.

At some point, the wind stopped. I've forgotten if it's windy here. All I remember was that my head suddenly became drowsy, and there were so many vague fragments in my mind that I didn't even know the people in the picture, and so many familiar fragments were crowded in. Suddenly the wind blew and the sand got into my eyes, and I couldn't help but close my eyes, and when I opened my eyes, I found that the two people who had just been next to me were gone. I panicked! A heart beats violently. It just happened in the blink of an eye, and I didn't even know how they were gone. My brain became even more cloudy, and even my consciousness began to gradually become unclear, as if I had fallen into a confused dream. The bustling crowd just now has long since disappeared, and now the streets are silent, looking at this situation, I suddenly feel a little frightened, as if I saw some kind of cold corpse, lying in front of me, it is none other than myself. Yes, for a moment, I saw my own cold corpse.

It was as if a voice had penetrated my ears and had broken into my head for a long time. The voice whispered to me, come here, come over! My body was out of control as if it had been commanded by some kind of command, and I was controlled by the sound, and I couldn't control my pace, so I could only follow the source of the sound. For a moment, I was stunned, as if my soul had been drained of me, and even my personality had been stripped away.

I walked into an alley, an empty alley. This space seems to have been so quiet and comfortable for hundreds of years, without anyone disturbing it, even in the middle of a noisy street, but almost no one notices the existence of this alley. I stopped in front of an old-fashioned red brick pavilion. It was a two-story attic of its age, with two worn, browned red lanterns hanging from either side of the heavy door, and the red paint of the wooden planks seemed to have been wiped off with a damp rag, and the tiny uneven crevices blew through the bottomless darkness. This attic is not big, hidden in a corner of the downtown area, lonely waiting for the arrival of destined people. Perhaps it had a cool, dark aura of its own, and I stopped in front of it, not making any further moves. At this point, I sobered up a little and knew that I might have fallen into the path of something again. I'm wandering.

I looked up slightly, and saw a figure leaning against the window, and by looking at this figure, I could tell that he was a man. He leaned quietly against the window, without speaking, the half-hidden window opened slightly, and what made me more concerned was that the window was made of paper, like the ancient one. Through this paper window, I saw the silhouette of a human face, the angle was not large, it looked very thin, but the resolute lines and resolute expression were revealed all the time, this is a kind of temperament, I only had this idea at that time.

Suddenly, the shadow on the window disappeared and the door opened. Out came a man dressed in Qing Dynasty costume, wearing a small round hat with a large ruby set in the middle of the brim, and he walked up to me and said in a hoarse but shy voice, "Here you are!" I've been waiting for you for a long time. ”

Now it's my turn to be calm. I don't seem to have seen him in my memory, let alone look at his outfit, he doesn't look like a modern person, but like a rich son in the Qing Dynasty. It can't be the wrong person again, right? That was my first reaction. Am I so popular that I am often mistaken? This is a kind of sadness, but also a kind of helplessness. His eyes lit up, like the expression he had when he saw someone who had been waiting for a long time, a little excited, and a little happy. His voice had a vague feeling, some of which were not very real, but in the silence of the alley, there was a bit of eerieness.

"Do I know you? Or do you know my past life? I wasn't polite, and asked him directly.

I saw him shake his head, smile, and say, "I don't know you, but I know that you are the person I am looking for." I was taken aback by what he said, and I didn't understand it even more. Perhaps he saw the confusion in my eyes, and he naturally continued, "I've been waiting here for so long, I forget how long I've been waiting." No one has seen me, and I haven't been able to see this attic, and you're the first to discover it, so you're the one I've been waiting for. When he said that, I understood a little.