The golden sun shone on the land of India, and the sound of softness and chanting sounded at the same time, and I saw with my own eyes the Ganges, the legendary heavenly water that carries the cycle of life and death of people's souls. The golden light swept across the river, rendering the amber dusk, and the boats, the river steps, the temples, and the bathing people all became golden dreams. The breeze blows gently, as if singing a transparent Sanskrit.

Peaceful and irritable, tolerant and harsh, pious and debauched, ascetic and indulgent, seemingly chaotic but in fact everything is in strict order.

Qunu City is in this flaming red dust. Ganika Posumi's name was much more famous in Qunu City than I had imagined, and to my surprise, people mentioned her in a tone that not only did not have the slightest disdain, but rather a little more respect. Although I have heard that Ganika, as a high-ranking woman, has a very unusual status in the male society, and is generally respected, everyone wants her favor. But I still feel a little strange in my heart.

However, it seems that it is not difficult to find Posumi, but it is easier to meet a woman and appear as a man.

I changed into a men's outfit in the city, wrapped my headscarf, and changed some mandala coins from that time, and hurried to the courtyard where Posumi was. ===============================

Along the way, from time to time there were bewitching women in red sari throwing winks at me, twisting their waists like water snakes, these were the low-ranking women of the city, they wore red clothes just to make it easier for men to find them.

The mansions of the high-class ladies were often much more luxurious, and when I found the courtyard on the west bank of the Ganges, I was secretly amazed by the opulence of the facilities.

In the extravagant and flashy music, the brown-skinned woman in the sari dances, enchanting and beautiful. Countless beauties dressed in glass-like thin silk, full of colorful jewels, floated past me, bringing a strong scent of white sandalwood.

What surprised me the most was that the owner of the hospital was not the old bustard I was familiar with on TV, he was actually a man and a monk.

It wasn't until I threw out almost all of the mandala coins that the boss nodded.

A beautiful and plump woman led me to Po Sumi's room, which had a large bed as luxurious as a stage and an altar, and a bedspread covered with fragrant jasmine; Agarwood and gara are burned next to the small pillow painted with Yobala flowers, and the mysterious fragrance is faintly exuded.

There are several exquisite patterns painted on the gold-inlaid cupboard, I take a closer look, I can't help but feel hot on my face, the picture on the cabinet is similar to the ancient map of our country, although I am a little embarrassed, but I am a little curious, I can't help but look at a few more times. While looking hard, he still shook his head.

As I watched, a low, gentle laugh came from behind me.

I quickly straightened up and turned my head.

The young woman standing by the door smiled at me, plump and beautiful, wild and uninhibited, with a kind of seductive amazement, those big brown eyes, the mysterious and enchanting temptation seemed to take the soul and make people irresistible...... The thin sally outlines her incomparably graceful figure......

Go-dong, oh my God, I heard myself swallowing. I quickly touched my nose, but fortunately, I didn't have a nosebleed yet......

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She smiled even more charmingly, as if she had become accustomed to people's reactions. He walked over to me, ringing and dingdong, and the fragrance was bursting, and I only heard my own stammering voice: "You, you are Po Sumi?" ”

She lifted her lips lightly, and her voice was as clear as spring water, "I am Posumi," she said, handing me konjac sauce and garlands.

"Honored guest, let me play a song for you first." She smiled and picked up a viddle from her side, which has five strings and looks somewhat like the ancient Chinese musical instrument Konghou, which is said to have been transmitted from ancient India.

The melodious sound of the piano is a bit mysterious, her slightly closed eyes of the coquettish appearance reminds me of the Indian Buddhist mythology of the goddess who specializes in playing fairy music, at the end of the song, she talked about poetry again, which is a bit like our ancient Chinese name, poetry, calligraphy, piano and painting are proficient, the style is infinite, on the other hand, the modern woman, in a few words, the clothes are untied, straight to the theme, it is really a little less little red I sang low artistic conception. However, in this era of rapid materialization everywhere, busy modern people do not have the leisure and leisure of ancient people. "Distinguished guest, what do you think of the poem I just read?" Her words interrupted my thoughts. I quickly shook my head, thinking to myself.

"Well, that's good." I said a few perfunctory words, I didn't hear her say anything just now, it seemed that I only vaguely heard the words love and flowing water.

She moved closer to me and said with a smile, "I guess my poetry is so clumsy, I wonder if you can teach me." I asked for a moment, and suddenly remembered a famous poem, so I smiled and nodded, cleared my throat, and read:

The farthest distance in the world

Not the distance between life and death

but I stand before you

You don't know I love you

The farthest distance in the world

It's not me standing in front of you

You don't know I love you

It's love to obsession

But you can't say I love you

The farthest distance in the world

It's not that I can't say I love you

I want you to be heartbroken

But I can only bury it deep in my heart

The farthest distance in the world

It's not that I can't say I miss you

It's about loving one another

But they can't be together

The farthest distance in the world

Not love one another

But they can't be together

But he knows that true love is invincible

But he pretended not to care

She froze there, a hint of melancholy flashed in her eyes, and then, without hiding her surprise and admiration, smiled and hugged me gently, put her lips to my ear, and gently slid her fingers around my neck, and whispered: "This is the best poetry I have ever heard, and today I will surely make you feel the joy of heaven." ”

The corners of my mouth twitched, and I hurriedly blocked her sliding fingers, and muttered, "That, that I should go." ”

She smiled lowly, reached out to untie my clothes, and said, "What's the hurry, let me serve you to bathe first." Her eyes were like silk, and I was in turmoil, and I was pushing and shoving, when I suddenly heard her exclaim, her eyes widened, and she said, "Are you a woman?" She exclaimed, and several burly men rushed out of the door, looking at me with fierce eyes.

The boss also walked in, looked at me, then at Po Sumi, and said, "What's wrong?" ”

Po Sumi suddenly laughed and said, "This is a girl." ”

The boss stared at me with a blank face, I pulled my clothes, sighed, and nodded helplessly.

The boss's face became strange and said, "What does this mean?" Are you here to make trouble? "I glanced around and saw that these big men were no match for me at all, and it would be easy to leave from here. It's just that if they blacklist me, then my task seems a little tricky.

"I, I just admire the name of Ganika Posumi, so I want to meet her in real person." I squeezed out a smile.

"Admiration?" She looked at me with amusement.

"yes, who doesn't know what an honor it is to be Ganica. It is also highly respected on many festive occasions and many social occasions. ”

"That's right." An elusive look flashed in her eyes, "So do you want to be Ganica?" ”

My eyes widened, I stared at her blankly, my mind stagnated for a few seconds, and then spun rapidly, maybe this is the best chance to stay with her, maybe I can complete the task quickly, it is not so easy to become Ganica, as long as I hurry up and find her destined person, no. Of course. No one here can take advantage of me.

Thinking of this, I nodded like a hero.

"Po Sumi, you ......" the boss seemed to stop talking.

Posumi gently lifted my chin and said with a smile: "You are a manufacturable talent, I will personally train you, and I will definitely make you a great Ganica, so that all men will bow down at your feet, obsessed with you, crazy about you, whether it is a nobleman, a monk, a commoner or a king." ”

The corners of my mouth twitched again, I was still such a creative talent, let Si Yin know that I had to be angry, if Sanatus knew, he would definitely make fun of me again.

"Miss Posumi, Lord Namora is here." The voice of a maid came from the door.

Po Sumi slowly removed her hand, a glimmer of brilliance flashed in her eyes, but her mouth replied indifferently: "I know, I will invite him in later." ”

Volume VIII The Sunset over the Ganges Ganika

Posumi was not in a hurry to let the Namora master in, but leisurely smeared white sandalwood oil on her arm, until the maid outside urged her a few more times, and then slowly said to the woman next to her, "You take her out first." ”

When I followed the woman out, I saw the woman next to me saluting respectfully to a person, and when I looked up, I saw a tall man, with the bronzed skin peculiar to Indian men, his long black hair tied together haphazardly, hanging down the back of his head, and the shimmering luster in his long brown eyes was like a sunset on the Ganges, which smeared the afterglow in the depths of his eyes.

Is this man Namoro? There is such a man with such an outstanding temperament in such a place, could it be that he is the destined person of Bhasumi? I quickly looked at his forehead, and I couldn't help but feel disappointed that there was nothing on his smooth and flat forehead. He gave me a faint look, slightly surprised, but quickly looked away and walked towards Po Sumi's room.

As soon as I saw that he was not the person I was looking for, I immediately lost interest and quickly followed the woman down the corridor.

After bathing and freshening up in the room, I changed into a pale yellow sari and waited for the so-called "training" of Po Sumi. It was almost dark when Po Sumi finally came, and she smiled charmingly at me, saying, "By the way, I don't know your name yet." ”

"My name is Ye Yin, a native of Tang Tu." I answered.

"It turned out to be from Tang Tu, no wonder I saw that your appearance was a little different, but the more special it is, the easier it is for men to pay attention to you." As she spoke, she pulled out a somewhat yellowed scroll from the cupboard behind her, "You must read this often, this is a must-read to become a Ganica." ”

I took it, and saw that there were a few Sanskrit words written on it, "Kama Sutra", and when I opened it, I was almost shocked to throw the book in her face, and it was all different postures when men and women had sex together.

"Don't make a fuss, don't underestimate this Sutra of Love, even the daughters of the princes and ministers must study the Kama Sutrari, so that they can be loved by their husbands, even if their husbands have three thousand beautiful harems, they will still love them. So, not just us, but everybody should read and learn from it, and the supreme spiritual satisfaction and the physical pleasures are essentially the same. Desire, as a driving force, is a gift from a woman because of the joy of life, because of a good harvest and satisfaction, as a motivation for ascetics. ”

"Ah......h

By the way, Kamasutra, isn't it the world-famous ancient Indian love scripture, written by a man named Raftyana around the sixth century AD, and it is said to be the first book in history to engrave in detail "Ancient Indian Men's and Women's Door Fun" and "Ancient Indian Culture", and at the same time truly fit the meaning of "physical and mental spiritual love", it turns out that there is really this book......

Po Sumi laughed, gently hooked my chin, and whispered, "We women are elusive by nature, just as there are no more flames than wood, no more seas than rivers, and no more dead people, and women will never be more than men. For women, the pleasure of sex trumps everything. So, while we bring pleasure to men, we also have to enjoy ourselves. "I ......" I don't know what to say at all. An ancient woman said this to me so bluntly that my mind couldn't turn all at once. "Well, just look at this." I reluctantly put the book down.

"Hidden, it's not so easy to become Ganica, from tomorrow, you follow me to learn the sixty-four arts." A seductive smile flashed across her lips.

"What, what, sixty-four arts?" My tongue began to tie again, and a chill ran through my heart.

"Actually, it's nothing, it's just to learn to sing. Musical instrument. Dance. Calligraphy and drawing. Embroidery. Decorate the idol with rice and flowers. Ikebana. Dye cloth or body parts such as hair, nails, lips. Engraved on the glass. The art of making beds, carpets and mats in the most comfortable way possible. Play water bowl music. Discharge and maintenance of water from tanks, pipes, and cisterns. Painting, decorating and composing, how to make rosaries, necklaces, stems and crowns. The art of making turbans and belts from flowers and herons, the art of drama and the creation of theatrical expressions. The art of earring design. Preparation and equipping of perfumes. Dress in art and elegant arrangements of gems and accessories......