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"You can do it. Snoozing in broad daylight. "Someone said.

I rubbed my eyes, the sun was particularly dazzling, I opened my eyes in a trance, and suddenly I was covered in a cold sweat, and I actually appeared in the mountain temple inexplicably. Groups of lamas lined up in two long columns, winding from the temple to below, a funeral procession: an old lama chanting sutra in the front, and a young lama carrying a corpse bed in the middle. Behind it is a lot of hearts. Step by step, they came up from the bottom of the mountain. Estimated intestinal death.

Damn, isn't this the scene of the cremation and funeral of the monk that day? Strange, how did I get here.

Next to me was Feng Liang, who was recording, holding a cigarette, frowning slightly, choosing the angle of shooting, a picture of an under-flat expert. He touched me: "Looking at it from this angle, will the shooting be a little better?" ”

I looked at him in a daze and asked, "Are we in the temple?" ”

"Nonsense me, from a thousand years ago ();." Feng Liang squinted at me: "Did you kid fall asleep just now?" I can doze off in broad daylight, and the flow is so long, I should really take a picture. ”

I was completely dizzy. Where am I, am I dreaming?

I was a little skeptical of my worldview. In a daze, I followed the crowd and saw a raging fire burning the incinerator. Lying quietly on top of it lay the shriveled body of the Guru, and the fire had burned him into billowing smoke.

I just looked at it in such a daze, and my hair was dizzy. The fire in front of you, the mountains in the distance, the white clouds in the sky...... The whole scene is like an abstract oil painting fused together.

I don't know how long later, suddenly a bare-ass child crawled out of the fire on the incinerator.

I exclaimed, "Danger! ”

The kid jerked back, and I was so frightened that I took a step back. His whole body was black, but his eyes were demonic green. I suddenly remembered that I had a dream I had just dreamed of sleeping in a narrow room with tatami mats, and when I opened the door, it was this boy. How did he end up here?

The black child jumped off the incineration platform, and the surrounding lamas were still whimpering and blowing the Dharma horn and reciting the scriptures, and no one noticed him. The child ran all the way down the hill, I quickly followed, the mountain road was really bumpy, seeing him running farther and farther, my feet slipped, the whole person rolled down the steep slope, fell a lot of meat, nausea. When I stood up, I found myself in a cave for some reason. [Fast update, refreshing website pages, few ads, no pop-ups, I like this kind of website the most, be sure to praise]

The cave was silent and eerie, and I leaned against the cave wall, and as I walked abruptly stopped, for I saw a vague figure in the darkness not far away.

It was an adult, dressed in a black coat, hiding in the depths of the darkness, sitting cross-legged on the ground, holding some tool in his hand, drawing something on the cave wall.

In a trance, I seemed to have super good eyes, and I saw his paintings at once.

It was a very strange painting, with color, and it was supposed to use dye. The painting is supposed to depict people in prison. A man locked in a room surrounded by fences on all sides, looking down from above, through cracks in the roof. This person in prison is looking up, facing the viewer's point of view, probably because of the angle, this person presents an extremely distorted face, I am an ant ();.

When I saw this painting, I was instantly struck by the powerful tension that emanated from it. The strangest thing in the painting is the expression of this person. It is said that being locked up in prison should be very painful, but this person has an unspeakable loneliness and calmness, which gives me a strong feeling that he has taken the initiative to lock himself in this cage.

I was watching intently when the man who was painting stopped, and he seemed to sense something, and slowly turned his head in the darkness to look at me.

The next second, I woke up.

I sat up from the bed suddenly, covered in cold sweat, wiping my eyes, leaning against the head of the bed, and still not breaking free from my dream. Just now, I must have had a second-story dream-within-a-dream. The first floor was where I met the weird little boy in the Japanese-style room, and the second floor was where I attended the teacher's funeral and had an adventure in the cave.

I fumbled in my pocket, my hands shaking to light a cigarette, and my dream was constantly in my mind. The scenes are so weird that they are demonic, the lights are bizarre and the ghosts are abnormal.

I touched the cigarette, shuddered and brought it to my mouth, and was about to light it when suddenly a voice said, "Don't smoke, okay?" ”

I was still concentrating, and I almost didn't squirt out my pee. I screamed, scared the smoke to the ground, and looked back. Baso woke up at some point, and was sitting cross-legged on the bed in a meditative position, his face a little pale, and he was smiling at me in a friendly manner.

"People are scared to death." I said in a trembling voice.

Barsow looked at me: "Luo Dao, are you also having nightmares?" ”

"Yes, I did. Huh, how do you know? I asked curiously.

"Can you tell me about your dreams?" He said eagerly.

I smiled, "My dreams are all nonsense, there is nothing to say." ”

"Let's talk about it." He pleaded with me, "I had a very strange dream just now. His Holiness once told me that there are dreams about the reincarnation of the Guru these days, and every dream is a clue to him, tell me about it. ”

"Okay." I sighed and closed my eyes for a moment. When the situation was stable, I slowly told the two strange dreams I had.

Baso didn't think it was anything at first, but the more he got to it, the more strange his eyes became, and he listened to it all the time, and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

"What's wrong?" I noticed that his reaction was strange.

It took a long time for Barsseau to say, "We seem to have the same dream. ”

I suddenly came to my senses: "What do you mean? ”

Barsow thought for a moment and said, "I do the first half, you do the second half, if we are connected, it is a complete dream." ”

"Tell me." I urged.

Barsso's dreams are even stranger than mine.

At the beginning, the dream was the same as mine, he went to the funeral site, burned the burning platform with a torch, and set fire to the body of the guru with his own hands. The fire burned, and a blackened child crawled out of the burning table, with evil green eyes, and then jumped down from the platform and ran down the hill.

All the way to this point, it's all the same. It's just that we're looking at it from a different perspective.

Although Barsow was in a dream, he told me that his mind was moving, and he suddenly realized it. These days, he was always pondering the reincarnation of his guru, the reincarnation of the spirit child, and the fact that His Holiness had repeatedly emphasized about dreaming, and subconsciously tightened a string. At this moment, he saw a child crawling out of the body of his guru, and suddenly understood that this could be a sign of a miracle, that this child was the reincarnation of the guru.

He hurriedly followed the child. At this point, our dreams began to be different.

On the way down the mountain, he walked on the ground and did not fall like me. He followed the child all the way to the foot of the mountain, where there was a lake.

The lake is as tranquil as amber, without a single wave, and the light shines on the surface of the lake, glowing with a blue light like a jewel.

He saw the child walk step by step towards the center of the lake. He was in a hurry, shouted behind him, and waved his hand to signal, but the child did not look at him at all, and went into the deep water until he was not at the top.

Barso was frightened, he quickly took off the red monk's robe outside, and wanted to go into the water to save people.

At this time, in the lake where the child sank, a huge white lotus slowly sprouted. There are three lotus flowers, born on a branch, the petals bloom, and the sun crosses a layer of gold leaf-like color, which looks magnificent and very mixed in the mage world ();.

Barsseau remembered the miracle of the formation of the ashes of the Guru, which were the three lotuses born from the same root.

Seeing this scene, Baso slowly knelt by the lake, clasped his hands together, and kowtowed to the lotus in the water. At that moment, he suddenly saw a boat rowing from the other side of the lake.

On the boat sat a man, like a primitive tribe, covered with a black feather coat, covering it from head to tail, and he rowed his oars on the boat and came to the three lotuses.

Barsow hurriedly stood up, he had a hunch that this man was by no means good and ill-intentioned. Sure enough, the man plucked the three lotuses. The three flowers I saw were rapidly withering.

Barso was in a hurry, and he jumped into the water without regard for his own safety, and swam desperately in the direction of the man.

The man didn't seem to see him, paddling his oars toward the distant shore. With great effort, Barso swam through the water, and saw that the boat was docked on a stone on the shore, and the man was nowhere to be seen.

In front of you is a towering cliff, and at the bottom of the cliff, there is a deep cave in Hesse.

Barsseau had a hunch that the man was hiding in the hole! He was about to go inside when he woke up.

Ba Suo said: "Luo Dao, you just said that the person who painted the painting was also wearing a black coat, and the scene also happened in a deep cave. I immediately realized that we were having the same dream. ”

"And what does this dream portend?" I asked.

"The three lotus flowers represent the guru, which is a very dangerous omen, and the guru's reincarnated spirit child is likely to be in danger!" ”

I didn't like to hear him say this, so I said, "Guru Rinpoche's reincarnation is Sven Sang, why don't you admit it?" ”

"Nope." "For some reason, I don't feel the breath of my guru in Swensheng's body. Of course, it doesn't mean that he doesn't have to be. The Guru is my Guru and my father, and now I am responsible for finding his reincarnated spirit child, so I will not draw conclusions so lightly. ”

I mischievously said, "Since we all dreamed of black children, could it be that the Guru was reincarnated in Africa?" ”

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