Chapter 9 The Root of Misfortune two
The old woman stared at me with cloudy eyes, then sighed and said, "It seems that you have someone you like! Legend has it that the priests of the wizard tribe cannot marry and have children. They have to serve their tribe and the dream spirits for their entire lives. Even if they have someone they like, that person will be very miserable. Two people are not blessed."
"How could this happen?" I stood up, a little bit unbelieving. I didn't want to be a priest !
"I'm not a priest, and I don't want to be a priest!"
"Alas, I don't know about that. Over the years, I have met some people from the wizard clan, but I have never met a descendant of a priest. You are the first. I have never seen a dream soul either. Ah, this is all fate." The old woman sighed and her eyes drifted into the distance. "Thousands of years have passed. Everything should be over. In fact, you should look for the elders in your family. As a descendant of the high priest, your family should not have no records."
The old woman said enthusiastically, "In fact, I also want to meet the descendants of the priests. If anyone in your family remembers the elderly, I really hope they can come here for a visit. After all, in a few years, this place will be completely changed, and this temple will soon be demolished."
"Alas, I don't know how much my family knows about this. They never told me. I haven't told them about all the things that happened to me. Maybe I should go find my grandpa. He must understand." I tried to calm down. "Where do you live, old lady? I'll take you back."
"I live next to this temple. I have some things about our family collected in my house. You can take a look." The old woman stood up and patted my shoulder gently.
I helped the old lady walk back home. Her home was a three-bedroom, one-living room house with simple decoration. She asked me to sit in the living room, then she went into the house and searched for a long time before finding a photo album, which she carefully showed me.
"This photo album contains some memories of our family. You can take a look." The old woman spread the photo album in front of me.
There were some black and white photos inside, including a pretty and quiet girl, who should be the old woman when she was young, and some men and women I didn’t know, with warm smiles on their faces. The background was the priest temple which had not yet been completely ruined.
"These are the descendants of the wizards I met here. Now they are all gone." The old woman said, feeling a little sad. "I have always wondered, if I die, will there be no one left in our family, and will no one know our history anymore."
"No, old woman, the existing history will not disappear, and we will pass it on from generation to generation. I will do my best to let all the wizards know their identities." I don't know where this sense of mission came from. The dream soul in my arms is glowing and burning my chest.
"You don't have to work so hard. Many things are destined." The old lady looked at me and said, "Do you want to stay a few more days?"
"Well, I want to stay a few more days, but I still need to contact grandpa." I said while stroking Menghun.
After settling the old lady, I no longer had the heart to wander around, and returned to the hotel. I was very nervous, having received too much information today. I lay on the soft big bed, closed my eyes and held my dream soul. I wonder if I can sense the high priest in the real world?
The dream soul emitted a soft purple light, and my consciousness gradually blurred. Then I saw a high priest in red clothes appear in front of me. I was not in the hotel, but in the dilapidated temple.
"High priest?" I asked in confusion.
"A thousand years passed in the blink of an eye. I have been hiding in dreams for so long. I can't imagine that one day I can come back here again." The high priest floated in the air, his tone full of sadness.
I looked at the high priestess in surprise. She was definitely not a human. So was this an illusion of a dream soul or my dream?
"You, who are you?" I asked involuntarily.
The high priest turned her head and looked at me, her long hair fluttering in the wind, her red veil still covering half of her face, only her dreamy eyes seemed to be filled with countless emotions: "I am your ancestor, the high priest of the wizard clan, or in other words, I am you." Her eyes were smiling, "You are me and I am you. The high priests of each generation are chosen by the dream soul. In this life, the dream soul is in your hands, and it has chosen you."
"Wait a minute, it's already the 21st century. Priests are a thing of the past, and dreams and souls no longer belong to us. How should I end all this?" I asked, shaking my head.
"From the moment the dream soul was unearthed, it would not end. We have no choice. As chosen priests, we cannot have love, otherwise the people we love will suffer. I didn't want to believe it at the time, but the facts forced me to accept it. In order to break it all, I plunged my entire tribe into dire straits. I could not refuse death, so my soul lived in the dream soul. Later, my people fell apart, and I was buried in the ground for thousands of years. Thousands of years, everything has changed, and our people are almost gone, but the curse on us is still deeply rooted."
"No, no, what curse? My parents are alive and well, and my grandfather is also living well." I looked puzzled.
"That's because they are not the masters chosen by the dream soul. If you want to control the dream soul, you must make sacrifices, and the first person to be sacrificed is the person you love." The high priest had a sad face, as if he had experienced a very painful past.
"I don't believe it, there must be a solution!" I shouted.
"Maybe there is, maybe not, who knows. I also hope that the tragedy will not continue." The high priest's voice was faint, her eyes were filled with tears. She wanted to touch the stone carvings in the temple, but when her fingers passed through, she could not touch anything.
I don't know why, but my emotions seemed to be infected, and a sense of sadness penetrated my whole body. I seemed to see Yan Yimu, and he was slowly moving away from me.
"Yan Yimu!" I shouted his name loudly. His back was blurry and seemed like it would break into pieces at any moment.
"Give up. You have already experienced a life-and-death crisis in that world. Why do you want to continue?" The voice of the high priest sounded behind me.
I burst into tears and felt that all the energy in my body had been drained. I sat on the ground helplessly, feeling a heart-wrenching pain. I couldn't bear such pain.
"You'll get used to it. I've once suffered as much as you." The high priest floated to my side and looked at me with compassionate eyes.
"What did you go through?" I raised my head and asked weakly.
"I was your age back then, and I also fell in love with a boy like Yan Yimu. Until I was chosen by the Dream Soul, my parents asked me to give up that boy and concentrate on inheriting the position of high priest. I resisted, but it was useless. Later, I used the power of the Dream Soul to fight against my parents and my tribe. Then, not only did the Dream Soul world collapse, but the real world was also shaken. The king no longer trusted us, and the war was raging. That boy also died in that war. Then, the country was gone, and I had no choice but to commit suicide with the Dream Soul. In the end, my family buried the Dream Soul, and I chose to sleep. It was you who woke me up and woke up the Dream Soul. In the museum, the Dream Soul recognized its master, and I knew you were me."
"In the museum, Menghun was glowing. If you woke up at that moment , how could Yuan Yichen steal Menghun?" I still can't figure out how Yuan Yichen took Menghun away when there were so many security guards in the museum and Yan Yimu was there.
The high priest's eyes were filled with a sad smile: "You don't understand yet, this is all fate's arrangement. Yuan Yichen, ah Yuan Yichen, is the boy back then. He died because of me. He wanted to steal the dream soul, I could only help, otherwise, how could an ordinary person really use the dream soul?"
"What, it's all because of you?!" I was surprised again. I always thought that Yuan Yichen used the dream soul in order to find information deliberately. Unexpectedly, it was the high priest in the dream soul who was helping him. No wonder he could enter my comics and control the dream soul!
