Aya carefully placed me on the wooden bed and told me that this was where she practiced.

At that moment, the girl who was with Aya came in and put my backpack on the wooden bed where I could reach it. Aya glanced at the girl, and the girl silently withdrew.

At this time, I took a look around.

It is a spacious stone house, surrounded by neat stone walls, with no windows and a carved door. The furnishings in the house are simple, a large wooden cabinet against the wall, no tables or chairs. The huge wooden bed occupies most of the room, a bit like Japanese tatami mats. An ancient suit of armor and a helmet hung on one wall, and I looked closely at it, and I couldn't tell what it was made of. On the wall against which the wooden bed rests, a huge painting hangs. As soon as I saw this painting, I immediately recognized that it was the same place that had appeared so many times in my dreams. A mirror-like lake reflects the abrupt mountains of sixteen strange peaks. It is also the place described by the tribesmen, behind the picture of the ancestral hall of the tribe, the mountain of the gods, Bogda.

The light in the room is a bit fantastical, and it is impossible to see the source of the light, which is both like the light that naturally arises from the space in the room, and it seems to seep through every corner of the room in all directions. The light is very soft, with a very pale blue color. The light shone softly in the room, like a gently undulating wave.

Just as I was surveying the world inside the room, the girl who had followed Aya came in again. The girl looked at Aya and nodded. Aya said to me, "Now, I will take you to the Holy Spring, the water of which has the effect of nourishing your mind and will be of great help to your injuries. ”

Because I was bleeding too much, I was fine when I didn't move, but when I moved, I was very dizzy. Aya helped me to the place of the holy water she had spoken.

The holy water is divided into two parts, in front of which is a small pool that can accommodate about four or five people, and there are aerosol clouds tumbling on the surface of the pool. Behind the pool is a half-moon-shaped stone cave, not deep or large, allowing only one person to sit cross-legged. The water vapor in the cave was hazy.

Aya asked me to take off my clothes and wear only a pair of bottoms. Anyway, my limbs are weak at this time, and I can only be at her mercy. Aya took the clothes I had taken off and gave them to the girl who was with her, and told her to wash and dry.

The girl watched as Aya helped me sit down in the half-moon-shaped cave, and pouted with a look of displeasure. I could tell from the girl's grunt of displeasure that holy water was forbidden to all tribes, and even ordinary mages were not allowed to enter it. The girl had always wanted to soak in the holy water, but she had never gotten Aya's permission.

After Aya helped me sit down in the cave, she said to the girl, "I know you've always wanted to enter the holy water. It's not that I'm biased, it's that your current cultivation is too shallow. You don't know the dangers of holy water, and if you enter holy water now, it will only do you a lot of harm and nothing good. Even my cultivation, in the holy water, I can only protect myself with all my strength, and I can't take care of others at all. If you really want to enter the holy water, you might as well wait for him to heal and let him take care of you. If he agrees, with his cultivation, he can definitely help you go to the next level. ”

The girl was overjoyed and said, "Really? ”

Aya smiled, "Silly boy, when did I lie to you?!" ”

The girl took my dirty clothes and walked away happily.

I sat cross-legged in the cave, the mist of water enveloping me, I felt the moisture of the water, I felt the moisture seeping from my skin into my body, surging in my body.

I closed my eyes, and there was silence all around, and the world was pitch black, without a single light. The glow that was warm just now suddenly didn't know where it went. But I know how it feels. I know that when God closes a door, it also opens a window for me.

That's it, I don't know how long it has been. Suddenly, I saw a wave of light, which seemed to come from outside the sky, and instantly overwhelmed me. Then, wave after wave after wave poured towards me, and all the light poured into the place where the light could not be seen, gathered there, and radiated there. It shines all over me. Gradually, I felt a light all around me, and this light surrounded me warmly, like waves hugging me layer by layer. I felt the temperature of the light, the breath of the light, the breath of the light, the transparency of the light, the light seeping from my pores into my skin, from my skin into my veins, from my veins to the bottom of my heart. I felt my whole being become transparent, all the dirt, all the impurities crackling from my body and mind.

At this moment, I felt like I was virtual. It's like a wandering spirit floating among the flowers. It's like a speck of dust, and I can't control my walking, my staying, my flying. Everything about me depends on the current, or the unprovoked wind; I was just rolled, tossed over, and stopped. My existence in the real world is nothing more than an ellipsis, a dissociation that can be turned a blind eye. I can only be tumbled, tossed, and stopped, intimately with the endless crimson behind the flowers. One can only imagine that the sunlight deprived by the flowers is still beautiful.

But at the same time, I feel like I'm real. It's like a sleepwalker, walking in other people's dreams. Although the light and wind pass by, the fragrance of flowers and leaves pass by. I can't stay, and neither can the world. All the beauty opens up in front of you, and then you pass by. Although I clearly watched all the beauty bloom in front of my eyes, I could clearly smell all the fragrances of beauty. Though I can't touch this beauty; I stretched out my arms and palms, and all the beauty flowed through my fingers like the wind and the light passed away. After the wind flows through my fingers, there is no longer wind between my fingers. After the light flashed before my eyes, there was no more light in front of my eyes.

I know that this is not an illusion, but that one reality dissolves into another, like a drop of water dissolves into another. I could see through the almost transparent flesh, see the blood flowing like rivers in the veins, hear the sound of the blood surging, and the agitated singing in the depths of my soul. It was a feeling of lightness, winding, dancing rise, in the interpenetration and dissolution of each other, without a concrete object, not even me. There is only breathing, and my breath is the same as my breath in the other world that walks side by side, like the softest and most beautiful fairy music in the legend......