This narrative is a bit weird and terrifying, so Baoling's face gradually changed, and her body subconsciously shrunk.

Guan Wen asked, "You mean, you have been dreaming like this since you were a child?" However, we all know that three-year-old children have not yet begun to receive knowledge from the outside world, whether it is text editing ability or image analysis ability, it is quite poor. There is only one possibility for this to happen, and that is that you were born with memories of your past life, and what you just described is all what happened in your previous life. ”

Regarding the "birth with the memory of the past life", there have been all kinds of people in ancient and modern times, both at home and abroad, and the human and material evidence is complete, and a considerable number of people believe it. Because there are many strange events, there is no other explanation than to explain them with this theory.

Bao Ling nodded: "That's right, I don't know if you know about the situation of the Yin Yang Master in Hong Kong, after I told the teachers of the Children's Home about this, the director of the Children's Home invited Shao Wuhua, the head of the most powerful Yin Yang Master family in Hong Kong at that time, to do a Dharma for me." At the end of the ceremony, he had a private chat with the dean, and I eavesdropped behind the door. He said that I have an unfathomable dark ghost hidden in my body, and that in order to get rid of the dark ghost, I must find my biological parents, mix them with the blood of the four seasons, and then choose the best way to be the best in the year, and maybe it can save my life. The dean was in a difficult situation because I was an abandoned orphan and I didn't even have a piece of paper in my swaddling clothes, so I couldn't find my parents. So, the matter was put down. ”

Guan Wen smiled and asked, "What do you mean, that legendary dark ghost is still in your body?"

He had heard some legends of the Hong Kong Yin Yang Master, but it was a very mysterious thing, interlaced like a mountain, true or not, dare not argue.

Baoling nodded: "Yes, that's right." Master Shao said that the dark ghost has the same life as the heaven and earth, and if it is not removed, it will remain in my body forever. ”

Guan Wen poked the paper with the tip of the pen, and gradually poked a piece of paper into a pockmarked face. This is his habit when he thinks hard, and the more pockmarks, the clearer the idea in his head.

"There's also a strange thing—" Bao Ling pointed to the door, "the ancient temple I dreamed of is a bit similar to the Tashilhunpo Monastery, but that is just a feeling, after all, the current Tashilhunpo Monastery is splendid and grand, and the temple momentum is on an equal footing with several major monasteries in Lhasa, and it is more than that, but what I dreamed of was only dry mountains and thin waters, plus a few old and obscure old temples, and there were not so many pilgrims who came to pay their respects in an endless stream." ”

Guan Wen frowned: "Really?"

Bao Ling nodded heavily: "That's right, I have been to Tashilhunpo Monastery several times, and every time I first arrived and left, I would repeat the same dream that night. It was as if those episodes were right in front of me, and every time I woke up from a dream, I wanted to get up and go into the temple to find the old courtyard and see what was going on in my dreams. However, I also know that it is impossible to achieve, and after several renovations, the Tashilhunpo Monastery has been renovated everywhere, and even the passages between the halls have been repaved, and every time I come, there are new changes, how can I possibly find that place?"

Guan Wen was shocked again, and suddenly remembered the scene when she had just seen Baoling and bowed deeply in the Maitreya Buddha Hall. In Tibet, pilgrims come from different paths, experiences, and ideas, and Bao Ling's thoughts at the moment are probably completely different from those of all pilgrims. Others just worship and pray for blessings, but she is looking for her roots.

"What do you mean—" Guan Wen said again.

Bao Ling continued: "I mean, the qiē that I encountered in the nightmare happened at a certain time in Tashilhunpo Monastery. These may be the only memories left of my past life. In order to solve the nightmare, I have actually visited several directors, directors, stewards of the children's home that raised me, and even veteran cleaners, gardeners, and janitors countless times, and obtained a lot of written materials. It's just that there is not a single clue in the data that can be pursued. I can only come here and follow the guidance of my dreams. ”

Since it is a children's home, the adoption is basically abandoned babies, and parents rarely leave information about the baby, and it is more difficult to trace the root cause than to the sky.

The reason why she is asking Guan Wen now must be because there is no hope in what she is pursuing, so she will bet the final bet on Guan Wen.

"You've seen a lot of psychiatrists, right?" Guan Wen asked tentatively.

Baoling immediately understood what he meant: "I have seen it, and I have also done EEG analysis and psychological comfort guidance, but it has no effect." I've tried almost everything, and once it didn't work, I came back here. ”

"Thank you for trusting me, but that's just the first dream, right? Please go on. Guan Wen politely reminded.

"Okay." Baoling smiled shyly, "I'm too long-winded, I'm sorry." ”

Guan Wen got up and poured water for Baoling: "I completely understand that the shock and damage that nightmares give to a person is something that outsiders can never understand."

Baoling asked, "Did Mr. Guan also have nightmares?"

Guan Wen was stunned and shook his head: "No, I rarely have nightmares, just now I thought of the teacher who taught me to paint in the past, and he often had nightmares." Now, however, he no longer dreams, for he has passed away and is laid to rest in the ground. ”

If you think about it carefully, he really rarely has nightmares, perhaps because he goes to the temple every day to paint and has no distractions. The temples in Tibet always give people a sense of security, and the closer they are, the calmer one's heart becomes, and eventually it is as calm as water, as light as tea, so that one sleeps soundly every night without dreams.

Bao Ling's second dream went like this: "I saw a great war that took place at some point in the Qing Dynasty, because the attacking side was all dressed in the Qing army and the resisters were dressed in Tibetan clothes. The disparity in strength between the two sides was huge, and the Qing army quickly broke the Tibetan defensive line, retreated piecemeal, and was constantly besieged and killed. I saw this qiē on a distant mountain, I was not alone, and there was a man on a white horse by my side. I couldn't see what he looked like, but I knew that he was a real prince, handsome and intelligent. We trekked through mountains and rivers to come here just to go to a monastery to pay homage, to ask for the Buddha's sutras to return to China, so that the people of our country could have true faith, but the road ahead had become a battlefield, and we had no choice but to stop there. The dream was short, but the brutal killing scenes in the war still left a deep impression on me......"

At the end of this passage, Guan Wen noticed that Bao Ling's eyes kept blinking and her facial expression became unnatural, and as a special painter who could paint the inner world of others, Guan Wen immediately realized that Bao Ling was trying to hide something. In other words, there is an element of lying in Baoling's narrative about the second dream.

"And then? What else? Can you survive a great war? We all know that standing arguments are a huge melting pot, and whoever gets close will eventually be swept into it and become cannon fodder. Guan Wen asked.

Baoling blushed again and nodded slightly: "That's a dream, not real."

"That's it? Is that the end of it?" Guan Wen asked softly. knew that Baoling was lying, but he was unwilling to expose it, and wanted to leave her some face and leeway.

Baoling nodded: "Yes."

Guan Wen sighed: "This dream is too short, and it is scattered and scattered, and it will not help us to draw pictures." He didn't put pen to paper for a long time, because he felt that the above two dreams had not really touched his heart.

If the painter himself is not moved, how can he paint a work that moves the other person?

He turned the pencil on his fingertips and asked in a deep voice, "Miss Baoling, in all your dreams, are there any particularly exciting or terrifying parts?" Say that first, and see if you can impress me. ”

"Excited? Fear?" Baoling smiled bitterly, "Since it's a nightmare, how can you not be excited and afraid?"

Guan Wen shook his head: "The same fear, there are different levels of small fright, big fright, big fright, big fright, big terror, etc., the real unbearable fear is silent, often in the face of that kind of great fear, human hearing, vision, smell, and so on all lose control, and they can't hear, see, or smell anything......

He clearly felt that in the second dream, Bao Ling deliberately hid important parts, and those that she did not want to mention to outsiders were the passages that made her feel uncomfortable or frightened.

War brings direct killing and death, and in an engagement, human life is no more valuable than autumn thatch.

"I don't know, maybe the nightmares have come so many times that I'm tired and numb that I can't tell which part scares me more." Baoling replied.

Guan Wen poked the piece of paper lightly, and said intentionally or unintentionally: "I have read a lot of history, the Qing Dynasty army inherited the fierceness and fierceness of the nomads outside the Guan, and in a nitrogen battle, it instantly turned into a tiger and wolf army, and if it did not win a complete victory, it would never withdraw its troops. Under the iron hooves of their horses and steel knives, there are hardly any living mouths. I guess you saw the same thing in your dreams, didn't you? Are those things the same as the movies we watched? I mean, did you really see the Great War in your subconscious dream, or did you unconsciously put something into your dream because you watched a movie like this?"

Baoling pondered for a while and shook his head: "I said, that dream was very short, and I didn't notice how cruel the war was."

Just as I said this, there was a gentle knock on the door outside.

Guan Wen got up and opened the door, and standing outside the door was Basang Jincuo, who was dressed in a crimson monk's robe.

"It's Master Basang, what's the matter?" Guan Wen asked.

Basang was carrying a black cloth bag in his hand, and the contents of the cloth bag stretched out eight corners, which should be a box.

"Guan Wen, can you go in and say?" Basang asked.

"What's the matter?" Guan Wen took a step back and invited him in.

When Basang Jiancuo saw Baoling, he was not too surprised, but nodded hastily: "We met again, but now I have something to tell Guan Wen, can I ask you to avoid it?" His face was extremely strict, completely devoid of his usual smiling appearance, and his attitude towards Baoling was also very blunt. He must have been in a hurry all the way, his face was covered with beads of sweat the size of beans, his nostrils were whirring, and his wheezing became disorganized.

Baoling smiled very tolerantly, got up and walked out.

In fact, according to what she just narrated, it is not enough for Guan Wen to write. Drawing someone else's dream world is a delicate and laborious task, and you have to find the next point to get started. If this can be done by a painter, Baoling doesn't have to ask Guan Wen to come here.

"Miss Baoling, I'll let you know when I'm done with my business." Guan Wen said.

Baoling nodded and walked out quickly.

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