slowly flowing around the temple. Looking around, one can see farmers with white cloth wrapped around their heads, leading large yellow cattle to graze by the river, and children chasing and playing by the river.



At this moment, a stone cliff appeared on the left side, with several small bodhisattvas burning incense and wax on the inside, and smoke swirling around the cliff. I couldn't help but fall into a dream again, becoming a walking corpse, and the same scene from the dream reappeared in my mind.



From the time I remember, I have often had the same dream. The scene I saw in the dream is the same as that I saw today, and the Bodhisattvas I dreamed of are the same as those I saw today. I just didn't kneel, offer incense, or pray in my dream. It seems like I'm just wandering around in those halls, neither pilgrims nor clergy in the temple. When a person truly sees the scenes they often see in their dreams, they are probably not shocked or terrifying.



In the blink of an eye, decades have passed and many things have been figured out. Only this one thing has remained unclear. It's strange that I haven't had that strange dream since I went to Damao Mountain. After working, I have been to Damao Mountain several times, and the feeling of shock and terror has disappeared. This kind of strange and bizarre thing, when I think about it now, can only be recorded as a mysterious story. Hehe, maybe there's that expert who can decipher the secrets behind it, or maybe.