Chapter 9 The Root of Misfortune one
When I got home at night, I curled up in bed alone, thinking about my dream soul. My dream soul had been dim for a while, and now it began to emit a faint halo. Is this the end of my story with my dream soul?
I held my soul in my hand and fell asleep. In my dream, I returned to a familiar place. However, the scene became very modern and it was no longer the ancient times. Could it be that this was the small country now? I tried to identify the terrain. It seemed to be in Xinjiang. The weather was very hot. I saw familiar stone carvings and temples for sacrifice. The people here were dressed simply, and there were many elderly people. There was a voice in my heart calling me to go to this place.
After waking up, I immediately checked the address on the computer, bought a plane ticket and rushed over. Because I left in such a hurry, I only told Xuan Qing. As for Yan Yimu, if he knew, he would definitely follow me. This matter is my business, my family's business, and I don't want to involve other innocent people.
When I boarded the plane, my heart started beating wildly. I didn't know whether I was nervous or excited. After thousands of years, I actually returned to the source. This feeling was amazing. I felt like I was no longer an ignorant young girl, but an adult with more responsibilities.
"Little sister, are you going to such a remote place alone?" Maybe it was too boring on the plane, the uncle sitting next to me asked while looking at the travel brochure in my hand.
I smiled and nodded, and replied, "Yes, I heard from the elders that the origin of our family is there, and our ancestors grew up there. I want to go and see it."
"Oh, it's really amazing! I've heard some legends about this place. It was an ancient small country ruled by a tribe of wizards, and the high priest was equivalent to a king! However, that country soon collapsed. Could your ancestors be from the wizard tribe? Are there really wizards in the world?" The uncle was probably in his forties, with a mouthful of white teeth that sparkled when he smiled, and his skin was well-maintained. He was a very charming uncle, but his conversation was really uninteresting.
I raised my eyebrows, suppressed my desire to defend myself, and replied calmly : "Maybe, maybe not, who knows."
"If they really exist, you'd better stay away from them. Rumor has it that the wizards carry a curse with them, so this country eventually perished, and not even its name was left behind. And it is said that wherever the descendants of the wizards go, disasters occur, and they eventually disappear without a trace." The uncle blinked at me, then put on his headphones, closed his eyes, listened to music, and rested.
I couldn't help but clench my hands tightly. The wizards are cursed? How is that possible? These legends are too absurd! But my heart was trembling. What if it was true? Would the people who were close to me be implicated by me? I thought of Yan Yimu. If it wasn't for me, he wouldn't have experienced so many disasters. When I thought of Yan Yimu's handsome face, I felt happy and sad.
I looked at the blue sky outside the window, and Yan Yimu's face seemed to appear there. He smiled at me tenderly, and my eyes became moist.
After getting off the plane and transferring to a bus, it took a long time until I almost fell asleep before I arrived at my destination. I jumped off the bus, looked at the blue sky and white clouds, and the green grassland, closed my eyes and stretched out my arms, feeling relaxed and happy.
I walked to the town, which was not much different from what I had dreamed of. I walked along the way, looking for the buildings in my dream. I saw stone sculptures with dream spirits engraved on them, and a temple for worship, but the temple was already in ruins, and there was a new temple in the middle of the town.
I walked into the dilapidated temple and looked at the broken statues. I vaguely saw the outline of the high priest in my dream. I felt the dream soul in my arms send out a strong induction, and an inexplicable energy began to flow around me.
"Little girl, you can no longer worship the deity in this temple. No one has been worshipping her for a long time. She is not an orthodox deity." An old woman standing in front of the temple gate shouted at me.
"Thank you, old lady. I don't want to worship gods, but I want to learn about the local history. Do you know about this temple?" I stepped out and asked the old lady politely. She must be very old, with a hunched back and wrinkles on her face like layers of petals. Her silver hair was tied into a bun and she was wearing a colorful cloth with local characteristics.
The old woman raised her eyelids, looked at me for a few times, and then sat down in front of the temple gate.
"Little girl, you are so young, yet you are interested in these things. I'm afraid that no more than three people know the history of this place, and I haven't chatted with anyone for a long time! Come here, I will tell you. In fact, there are many legends here." The old woman stretched out her hand and patted the ground beside her, motioning for me to sit over.
I hurried over, on the ground, and listened carefully to what the old woman said.
"The history of this place is at least several thousand years old ! Legend has it that when it was at its best, it was ruled by a mysterious wizard clan. The king at that time was incompetent, but the wizard clan possessed mysterious energy. Later, the king's son couldn't stand it and wanted to rebel. Internal strife broke out in the country. It happened that a small neighboring country took advantage of this opportunity to annex this place. As a result, wars broke out one after another, and this country was gone... After who knows how many years, new ethnic groups grew and took root in this land. They knew about the wizard clan from somewhere and believed that the wizard clan was gods in the sky. Especially the high priest. They felt that they must offer sacrifices to ensure good weather and good harvests here, so they built a priest temple and began to worship the high priest. Strangely enough, after worshiping the high priest, this place really had many years of good weather and good harvests." The old woman blinked as she spoke. Her voice was old and rhythmic, and her Mandarin was really good.
"Grandma, your Mandarin is so good." I couldn't help but admire.
"Haha, actually I'm not a local. Let me tell you a secret. Actually, my ancestors were wizards. When I heard about this, I didn't quite believe it, so I followed the address given by the elders in my family and found this place. Then I realized that what the elders said was true, so I lived here. And this temple, when I came here, it was just a small mud house. My family and I pooled our money to build it. But they said that this is not an orthodox god, and worshiping it will bring disaster... Alas, I found out later, so I let this temple go to waste."
"What did you find?" I became excited, feeling like meeting an old friend in a foreign land. It turned out that this old woman was also a descendant of a wizard clan!
"It's nothing. I have studied a lot of history and found that most of the wizards did not have a good end. Moreover, the wizards also have a very powerful magical weapon called Dream Soul. The Dream Soul is too evil. When it was unearthed, I had a feeling that it would trigger some horrible things." The old woman shook her head and sighed.
"Old woman..." I held Menghun tightly, a little hesitantly, "Actually, I am also a descendant of the wizard family. I came here just to learn about that period of history."
"Ah? Haha." The old woman's eyes suddenly widened, she looked at me, and then laughed twice, "I thought so. When I got up today, I inexplicably wanted to come here to take a look. It turns out you are waiting for me here! You are also a descendant of the wizard clan. No wonder I feel close to you when I see you. You are like my great-granddaughter."
"Old lady, I encountered some things that are hard to explain. Because of some things, I came into contact with the Dream Soul and used it." I said, touching the Dream Soul hanging around my neck.
"Dream soul? You said you have a dream soul now?" The old woman's voice suddenly rose a lot, "This... is too bad, are you the descendant of the high priest, and have magical and evil energy? My dear girl, my poor girl."
"Old woman, what are you saying? I don't understand. I only know that I am a descendant of a wizard family. As for whether I am a descendant of the high priest, I don't know. But I can always sense the energy of the dream soul." I took the dream soul off my neck and spread it on the palm of my hand for the old woman to see.
"Ah, Menghun, it's really Menghun." The old woman stared at Menghun with wide eyes, and her body couldn't help but soften.
"Old lady, are you okay?" I hurried over to support her.
"Only the high priest has the ability to control dream souls, and not everyone can be the high priest. It is chosen by the dream souls." The old woman sat up straight again, hesitated and said, "But, it's not easy to be a high priest, and dream souls are not good things either. This should have been returned to the country! Little girl, give this thing to the country, and then you can learn from your grandma and live here. The marriage of the wizard clan is always not very good." The old woman said a little lost.
"What does it mean that the marriage is not very good?" My face turned red because I thought of Yan Yimu.
