"Help me..."

I vaguely heard these words in my dream, and subconsciously rushed forward desperately, but I didn't expect to be blocked by the cold bayonet.

My actions resonated with some of the prime people in the warehouse, who tried to rush out of the warehouse in protest with their clothes on, but they were all shaken back by the gunfire of the little devils.

I stood there in a daze, at a loss, until I watched these two sisters being pulled out of the warehouse by the little devil, and my heart felt like someone had pinched it fiercely.

But I still firmly believe that I have never seen the two of them before I came to Xiangxi Mountain, why would those sisters say such things to me before they died.

The cold warehouse door closed completely, and a sound similar to crisp came out of the ear.

I finally began to have some doubts that it wasn't a dream or a hallucination, but something was happening.

I have returned to that turbulent era and the underground Japanese army laboratory in Xiangxi, which contains shocking secrets.

"But how is that possible?"

I clearly remember that I had escaped from there and was taking a bus to the Huang Ancestral Temple.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, an explosion suddenly came from the warehouse, and the dust and smoke were filled with dust.

The door that had just been closed was suddenly blown open, and a burly fat man with a gun on his back rushed into the warehouse and saw me at a glance.

After rushing into the crowd, he took my hand and dragged himself out of the warehouse.

Behind him, many old and young captives rose up to resist, and there were already dead bodies everywhere outside, including Japanese soldiers in costumes, and young men who looked very much like the Miao people of Xiangxi.

My mind went blank, almost tugged at by him.

It was then that I saw the two poor twin girls again, covered in white cloth and looking as if they had been anesthetized.

At this time, the way they were tearing their hearts and lungs and screaming at me was still vivid in my mind.

I struggled to break free of the fat man's strong arm, though I didn't know why he saw me in the crowd at a glance.

But I had an intuitive feeling in my heart that this person must know me to do this.

"Run, it's too late if you don't run."

He screamed at me, almost deafening.

But I said nothing and refused to leave, and my mind kept recalling the scene in the mountains of Xiangxi after these two girls became twin monsters.

If this is true, then after I saved these two girls, there would not have been a tragedy like that later.

It's just that I don't know why, when I reached out and wanted to touch the skin of the two of them, I felt as if I was forcibly separated by an invisible force.

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't really touch the two of them.

"How so?"

"How so?"

I kept repeating these words in my mouth, and even gritted my teeth and exerted all my strength, and the next second I finally pounced as if I had broken some kind of barrier.

But the twin sisters in front of them gradually shattered, and little by little they became the appearance of twin monsters after the experiment.

I sat down on the ground, my only arm was empty, and my heart felt as if someone had pinched it hard, and I burst into tears in an instant.

At this moment, I finally woke up, and I was still crying and being pushed by the driver from the seat of the bus.

It turns out that this journey has reached the end, and after walking down the station, go up the hill along the path to the Huang Ancestral Temple.

But I was still immersed in the dream I had just had, and the feeling was so real, as if I had gone deep into it.

When I got off the station, I was reminded of something when I looked at the carved stairs on the winding path in front of me.

Could it be that the owner of the tomb in the ancient tomb of the lonely mountain is real, he really found the bones of the memories of his previous life.

People in this world really have past lives.

And I happen to be the tall and thin tomb robber who saved Xiao Nan in my previous life.

I was suddenly shocked by this strange thought of my own, and I was stunned as I clutched the envelope with no words but full of Morse code.

If it is said that people have an afterlife, is this really a bit too absurd?

But if there is no reincarnation, how can I explain that these experiences have happened that seem to be real and illusory.

At the moment, there seems to be only one answer, and that is to climb the Yellow Temple to ask for an understanding.

Until now, I didn't even have the hope of being able to unravel the whole truth and secrets.

It was only because of the guidance of this mysterious envelope that he knew that after leaving the mountains of Xiangxi, the Huang Ciguan was the next destination he faced.

Walking through the sparse crowds, when I arrived at the gate, the bustling scene in front of me was even a little unexpected.

At this time, it was already early in the morning, but there were not a few people who came to worship in the Taoist temple.

Many of these people seem to be just blindly following the trend, and even think that the statues enshrined in Taoism are the same as the Guanyin in the temple, as long as they burn incense and worship the Buddha, they can cure all diseases.

Stickers hung on the tall walls, with several blurry black photographs on them.

In the photo, several people dressed as Taoist priests are standing in front of the Taoist temple and taking a group photo, and there are a total of eight people in the black and white photo.

An extremely conspicuous old man, with a young man also dressed in Taoist robes, and a child stood next to him.

This blurry black photograph hangs on the wall, and it really doesn't fit in with a clean Taoist temple.

It wasn't until later that I learned that the old man and the six young men in the black photo were the Taoist leaders who went down the mountain to resist the Japanese.

Seeing that the little devils invaded the country and did all kinds of evil, they finally did not choose to hide in the mountains to escape the world, but went down the mountain to practice.

It's a pity that none of these Taoist masters died well in the end, only the last child in the Taoist temple survived, and he was left behind in the Taoist temple for decades.

It wasn't until the pattern changed that the world was peaceful, and many people recalled that there were once seven Taoist masters who descended from the Huangci Temple, and this period of history was preserved forever.

That's true.

"Daojun went down the mountain to save the troubled times, and the sword blade was bitter and sad."

"Now that the prosperous world is peaceful, the Taoist sect is not out of his teachings."

I don't know why, but I feel so much in my heart at this time.

Fortunately, the Huang Temple gradually became a little grander after a few decades, and the only little Taoist priest who did not go down the mountain back then was already the Taoist chief who presided over the temple.

When I first saw him, I felt an indescribable familiarity in my heart, as if I had met somewhere.

At this time, the child who stayed in the Taoist temple was already a middle-aged man wearing a Taoist robe.

He first glanced at me, and then ordered the others to close the door of the temple, as if he had a premonition of something about to happen.

Those tourists who came to worship and add incense couldn't help but be a little annoyed when they were persuaded to leave, but they were a little helpless.

It wasn't until I deepened my understanding of Taoism that I gradually discovered the special features of this religion and other sects.

It does not pay attention to propaganda like other religions, but looks like it is ignorant of it, and is only willing to practice in seclusion in the mountains, indifferent to all the fame and fortune of the world.

I was invited to the back hall by the Taoist in front of me, and at this moment I knelt on the ground as if I had grasped the only straw that saved my life.

He was obviously taken aback by my actions, and hurried around the room to help me up, with a little doubt and indescribable feeling on his face.

I knelt on the ground with tears on my face, and the secrets and doubts that had been suppressed in my heart for a long time seemed to have found an outlet.

"Dao Chief, do people really have reincarnation in the afterlife?"

I choked up for a long time and finally spit out this sentence, with mixed feelings in my heart, as if everything I had experienced before could finally have a revealing answer at this moment.