I opened my eyes suddenly, my forehead was covered with cold sweat, I was wearing thin pajamas, and my back was soaked.

I reached out and covered my face.

Those weird dreams again.

In the dream, another country may be the world, and there is another kind of people.

It's weird, they're cut off from our world by a river, the river is wide and the water is clear.

There was a row of big trees by the river, black, as if they had been scorched by fire.

Further inside, where they lived, was a mountain, and the houses were built at the foot of the mountain. It's made of wood, and it leaks on rainy days.

Everyone was dressed in coarse cloth clothes, and there were very few people, still elderly people and children.

In my dream, I got the old man's guidance to go to the mountains, and I was very eager to know the answer.

There was a temple on the mountain, and before I could enter it, I was forcibly carried down the mountain by a person, who was followed by a person, and they were talking about Lan Ruoling.

As I walked away, I woke up.

I've had this dream many times, and the first time it was just a rough idea; The second time, there are details of the action in the dream; The third time there was a conversation.

My head ached, and it took me a while to rub my hands to get better.

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My name is Mo Wanwan, and I was born with a vision, and my parents were killed.

None of my relatives and friends wanted to adopt me, they thought it was me, a scourge, a scourge.

They also joined forces with the villagers to tie me to a wooden shelf and piled up dry wood around me, trying to burn me.

Just as the fire was being lit, a Taoist priest passed by and rescued me, and this Taoist priest is also my current master, Mo Feng.

I don't know how to rescue me in a group of people, and my master didn't tell me these details.

We live on the mountain, and the name of the Taoist temple is Weisha, and you must feel very strange, yes, I feel the same way.

It's early spring, and it's still a little cold at night, so I'm in good spirits, so I put on my coat and walk around the yard when I can't sleep.

The moon overhead is big and round, but it is obscured by clouds, and it looks foggy, so we call it the hairy moon here.

"Wanwan, why don't you sleep?"

The door of the master's house opened, and the old man walked out.

"Master, I had that dream again, they said Lan Ruoling, what is Lan Ruoling?" I was full of questions, wanting to see if the master knew.

"Blue Ruoling... Under the moonlight, the master's brows furrowed, and a trace of doubt spread on the old man's face, and then he said, "Someone in the village died yesterday, you can do it in the morning." ”

"Me, me, me?" My eyes lit up, this was the first time I had done it alone, and I was a little excited.

This service is to burn incense and paper money, and help ghosts cross Huangquan Road, Wangxiangtai, Vicious Dog Ridge, Jinji Mountain, Ecstasy Palace, and Xudu; It also depends on when the deceased will be buried, and the feng shui treasure will be buried.

"That's your aunt, who has tuberculosis."

My enthusiasm was instantly extinguished by the water, and I was very unhappy, and said, "Can you not go, she wanted to burn me to death at that time." ”

"Leave your relationship aside." The master dropped a sentence lightly and went back to the house to sleep.

I kicked my feet angrily, very helpless, but I couldn't help it.

As soon as the morning dawned, I went down the mountain with gongs and drums and some filial piety shirts.

The village was neither big nor small, and you didn't need to ask for directions to know which family had died, because the cry was so loud that you could hear it from afar.

When I arrived, I realized that the good guy had been played on a tape recorder, which was also a good way to prevent people from crying.