The memories that came out of my mind were so strange that I could hardly believe that this was something I had experienced if it weren't for the fact that the characters in the fragments of the memories looked exactly like me.My mind opened, nine locks were broken, and I sorted out the broken pictures in my mind, and it took a lot of effort to piece them together and organize them into three dynamic pictures.The first, in the dark dungeon, I stood facing the idol.The face of the god in the picture is blurred and I can't see clearly, which gives me the feeling that it is not the same as the double-sided Buddha statue, and it is more simple and vicissitudes.The dungeon is dim, and the only source of light comes from the oil lamps placed in front of the statues.The lights flickered, and I seemed to be waiting for someone in my memory, dressed casually and ordinary, wearing a paper man mask.It looks like he's in captivity.In the picture, I was calm and composed, as if I was saying something to the idol, but it was too vague to hear only one sentence clearly."
Failed again......"
After saying this, I walked up to the idol and took out a mirror from my clothes.It's an ordinary mirror, but it gives me an inexplicable sense of familiarity.The first picture came to an abrupt end, and I was a little confused."
Failed?
Why do you want to say that it has failed again?
Had it been tried before, but it didn't change the ending?
”I closed my eyes and pondered, finally remembering the mirror in my hand.It's really familiar, where should I have seen the mirror and the material.Reaching into my arms, I pulled out a torn piece of lens wrapped in a soft cloth."
Yes, it's the mirror."
They are all ordinary mirrors, which have no characteristics to outsiders, but they have a very different meaning to me, because these broken mirror fragments can reflect anyone and any scene, but not myself."
In the fragment of memory, the mirror I took out at the end should be related to this fragment."
They may have been one long ago, but for various reasons, they eventually shattered.Solemnly put away the mirror fragments, I had a vague conjecture in my mind, but there is no way to prove it yet, I must gather all the mirror fragments."
There are often mirrors in my live broadcasts, this thing is between the virtual and the real, as if communicating with another world, the mirror can't reflect me, does it mean that I am from the mirror?"
Shaking my head and smiling, I stopped thinking and focused on the second memory image.Unlike the first prosaic scene, in the second memory, I seemed to be chasing someone, running wildly through the distorted city, and the scenery on both sides was rapidly receding."
It's like a deep dream!"
There are all kinds of strangely shaped buildings, as well as walls soaked in humanoid water stains, and the "thoughts" of rushing away from time to time in the sky, as well as the strangely shaped street lamps."
I've been here!
This is a lightless road in a deep dream!
”My eyes widened, and I could hardly believe that I had been to a deep dream a long time ago.The endless chase took a long time to end, and the target of my pursuit and frantic escape turned out to be a woman in a long dress."
Little A?"
Everything in my memory surprised me: "The woman who is like a queen, who dominates part of the dream time, is being chased by me everywhere and fleeing?"
”In the memory fragment, Xiao A also wears a paper mask, and she wears her iconic variegated dress, which is extremely conspicuous in the monochromatic deep dream.After being caught up by me, Little A seemed to have given up hope of survival, and she fell to her knees, her breath was messy, as if she was seriously injured."
That unbeatable queen has such a side?"
I shook my head and smiled wryly, everything in my memory was very different from reality, but it made me feel extremely real.The picture moves back, and I walk up to Xiao A, lift her small chin, and want to tear off the mask on her face, she keeps shaking her head and waving her hands, as if she will die once she takes off the mask.I finally stopped, my fingertips slipping from her mask, and I made a few requests to her by pointing to the outer perimeter of my dream.I couldn't hear the specific content clearly, I could only see that in the picture, Xiao A kept nodding.After that, everything was connected to the previous memory fragments, the dream changed, I left in a certain direction, and then turned my back to Xiao A and said a large paragraph, about the mask worn for too long, I can't take it off.The picture stopped, and this memory was very important to me.I vaguely understood a very critical point, Xiao A and I are not enemies, although she is a betrayer, but there seems to be another secret in this.This memory gives me the feeling that Xiao A is my internal response among the betrayers."
Is that really the case?"
I shook my head and smiled bitterly, this inexplicable memory can't be verified at all, and even if Xiao A is a chess piece left by me, now that people's strength is unfathomable, where can I command her?
A headache, sometimes the more you know, the more painful it becomes: "The lightless path in the deep dream was breached, this should be the work of the betrayer, why did they do this?"
What role does Little A play in this?
Is there some connection between this and me?
”After thinking about it for a long time and not coming up with a result, I sighed and began to watch the last memory.Compared to the first two memories, this one strikes me the strangest the most.This third memory is exactly the same as the scene in the first memory!
They were all in that dark dungeon, facing the same idol and lighting the same oil lamp.I compared the height of the flame with the direction in which the flame was swaying at the same time, and came to a striking conclusion.The flames are exactly the same!
These two memories seem to be repeated!"
Something is wrong!"
I continued to look down, and I quickly said the sentence again in my memory - "failed again...... not a word changed, but the tone was slightly different, compared with the first time, a little more regret and remorse."
What's going on?"
The same place, the same time, even the flame of the oil lamp has not changed, why is the tone of my voice different in my memory?
It didn't take long for more differences between the two memories to appear.In the first memory, I walked straight to the idol and took out the mirror.But in this memory, after I said that sentence, I slowly sat down on the ground, as if I had been slightly injured.As far as I remember, I took off the paper mask on my face, and I didn't know what I was thinking, and with a flip of my hands, I folded the mask into a small figure."
Destiny is hard to disobey, what should I do?"
In the dark dungeon, no one could communicate, and after a long silence of myself, I put the paper figure folded into a mask next to the oil lamp, took out a book from my pocket and read it.This book is not thick, the first sentence of the opening chapter is - everyone is a ghost, the law is buried in it, and the reciprocation is endless, and there is no murder in Yongji!"
The Book of Burials!"
It turned out that I had obtained this book a long time ago, and the surprise and doubt in my heart came at the same time, since I had already obtained it, why was it that I was not impressed at all?
The picture in my memory seems to stand still, reading a book and turning the pages, the oil lamp flickering, and everything seems to be doomed in the dimly lit dungeon.The memory picture is very calm, but it is difficult for me to calm down in my heart when I watch the memory: "The Book of Burial is said to be able to bury three lives and three lives, is there really reincarnation in this world?"
How else would I interpret these memories of mine?
”Before I could come up with an answer, the scene in the memory screen changed, and I don't know how long I had been reading the book, but I seemed to understand something in my memory, and I reached out and pointed at the paper figure.The paper figure did not react to the incantation, and I snorted coldly and grabbed it and put it on the oil lamp.As soon as he got close to the flames, the paper man showed a crying face, and he waved his paper arm and asked for mercy again and again."
This method is wonderful."
In the picture, I put down the paper figure with a smile and glanced at the paper figure lightly: "There are many reincarnations, but no one remembers me, you were born because of me to stay here with me." ”In my memory, I spread out the "Book of Burial", and the paper figure could also see the content of the "Book of Funeral"."
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You are made of white paper, I will call you Mr.
Paper ...... in the future" The last memory ended here, leaving me with endless doubts after reading it."
Mr.
Paper?"
When I said these three words in my memory, my heart jumped suddenly, it was so familiar!
I met Mr.
Paper in Jianghu Cancer Research Hospital, and he even tried to kill me more than once!"
It should just be the same name, after all, one is a living person, and the other is just a paper figure I folded."
I comforted myself so much, but I always felt that something was wrong."
In my memory, I have the "Funeral Sutra", and the paper figure I folded was thrown next to the "Burial Sutra", and Mr.
Paper, a subordinate of the Double-faced Buddha, also has part of the content of the "Burial Sutra", is it also a coincidence?"
It stands to reason that the "Book of Burial" has long been lost and is extremely cherished, but Mr.
Paper has secretly learned the feng shui techniques in it, where did he learn it?
If he studied with the Two-Faced Buddha, then where did the Two-Faced Buddha's "Burial Sutra" come from?
I rubbed my head, and if I continued to think like this, there would inevitably be an intersection between me and the Double-Faced Buddha.The memory images in my mind slowly dissipated, I tried to move my body, the cold qi in my body was swept away, and every beat of my heart could inject new vitality into my body, and I felt as if I had inexhaustible strength."
If you don't die, there will be a blessing in the future, which should be my current situation."
The yin qi was shrunk in the yin aperture, and the innate true qi was strong, and I punched the air, and there was a faint sound of breaking wind."
Suolong Village is the territory of the Double-faced Buddha, and it is not suitable to stay here for a long time, so it is better for me to leave as soon as possible."
After checking the things on my body, I picked up the suitcase and walked to the door: "Just now Wang Shi said that there is something outside, let me be careful, I don't know what he said is referring to." ”Master Wang's soul body was seriously injured, and I didn't want to disturb him for the time being, so I gently pushed open the wooden door, and I used my judgment eyes to look out.