Chapter 206 – Guessing

When I heard his explanation, I completely froze, my mind couldn't turn around, and I didn't understand what he was talking about for half a day. He also seemed to read this reaction of mine, smiled and said, what, don't understand?

I nodded, said you wait for me to strand this relationship, this thing is too mysterious, I don't understand how this thing and those ghosts under the coffin together so complicated.

I think about it, said first of all, you mean, is the body and soul is separate, has its own consciousness, as if the corpse puppet, although the soul in each of the body, but spliced together, but also be able to move freely, unlike other ghosts and monsters as either ghosts, or zombies, that's right, right?

My dad nodded and said that's pretty much what it means.

I went on to say that secondly, these corpses were having a very big dream, a dream that was able to manifest itself realistically in that world under the one-wood coffin, and although I'm not sure what the reasoning is, I have walked into that dream before.

My dad nodded again and said that the environment under the coffin was, to put it simply, like another world, not related to the world we live in, but the coffin was like a door that linked the two worlds together, and you could go in and come out.

I don't think this is the common sense kind of explanation for traveling, but it still feels similar to traveling, that is, as soon as you enter the one-wood coffin, you travel to another world. I thought about it a bit more before I said that the case of the corpses would be those, and then the souls, because in that world that was made up of dreams, everything was also real, so the souls of those people were like people living inside that world. If I can go in, then they can come out.

My father laughed, said children can teach, we live in that dream world, is practically alive, someone's feelings, someone's breathing and body temperature, and not dead before exactly the same, what I was in that dream, from the coffin out, is the same state. It was like coming back to life, with a new body and the same soul as before.

I thought about his words for half a day, but still expressed difficulty in understanding them. It was as if he was saying that after they died, their souls lived like people in that other world, but as soon as they escaped from under the one-wood coffin, they became the same as before they died again.

My father saw a look of confusion and gave me another analogy, saying Xiao Xi have you heard the story of the painted fairy?

I nodded, probably the people in the painting walked out, and regular people married and had children this kind of bad story.

But my dad laughed and said that in fact the reason is the same, you see a painting, ordinary people look at is a puddle of ink on the paper, but the painting inside the person, but feel that they are real and alive, once walked out of the painting, it looks and living people are not separate. But he died, the drawing of the portrait is gone, you in the re-take the pen and ink to make up, he was able to come back alive. This is the same reason, you think of the world under that one-wood coffin as a painting, the soul is the ink on the painting, and we are the people who come out of the painting, and normally look no different from you. We are dead, but the paper is still there, the soul has not been eliminated, so we want to re-draw on it like ink, and everything will be back to the original point again.

When he drew this analogy, I immediately realized that I was too obsessed with the fact that they had died once before, and I always thought that even if their souls came out from under the coffin, they should be different from us, but in that dream world, they were also practically alive, and they came out with the same posture that they had used to live under the coffin, so they didn't seem to be any different from us, and it was only when they died that we were able to discover this weird thing about the soul and body not being unified.

Thinking of this, I was sort of relieved, my father looked at me probably understand the appearance, and said, so Xiao Xi you are clear about it, under the coffin of those Tan Xie two families, the mouth of the so-called rebirth, in fact, is only a kind of illusion, they do not have the ability to live like before, after all, the body has been rotted almost, this is just a compromise, in fact, they are under the coffin of a single wood, or in this real world, are all the same. This real world, there is no difference. They want to come out, just because people are dead, there is a kind of mentality that the place where they used to stay is the best, this should be regarded as a kind of dead people's obsession.

I said this I can understand, just like those people who have a heavy sense of homeland, happy to live a lifetime, dying or want to go back, otherwise the heart feel regret.

But I said so, and couldn't help but ask him, said that why would you be Ding Ding's father's appearance, and Xie Chengfeng, died a few times, but also has been in a different appearance out, is it possible that you are in the world of that dream, is also like this?

As soon as my dad heard this from me, his expression became somewhat helpless. He said, the first time I came out from under the one-wood coffin, it was my own appearance, but you know, your mom and I didn't expect this to happen at that time, I was the one who held the funeral, everyone knew that I was dead, and there was no need to mention about the household accounts and whatnot. I can't come back to face those familiar friends with the same appearance I had at that time, otherwise I would have been arrested and exhibited in the museum.

I laughed all over, said this is nothing bad, the big deal is dissected and put in a crystal coffin, and then you reappeared, again dissected and put in a coffin, and finally the museum can not be placed.

My dad laughed and looked at me, said that I'm not crazy, the world does not know how many people scared to death. Of course I said earlier, just a life problem, these are solutions, more let me care about is that part of the monitoring me our actions, still alive Tan Xie two families of the clan.

I raised my eyebrows and said, You mean Tan Lan and their group?

My dad's expression became grave and he nodded his head and said yes, that group of people acted as if they had this mission, monitoring the shrine keepers was still secondary, they were more concerned about anyone who escaped from under the one-wood coffin, and then they would keep on chasing and killing you until your soul was completely annihilated, as if it took the edge off of their breath, probably in their opinion, doing so broke the rules.

I was full of doubts, listening to him continue to tell, when my father first came out from under the coffin, not even live for a day, was caught up by these people to kill, if not his soul ran fast, I do not know what will happen. Back to the coffin, secretly think about it, which decided to change a face in the out, but but my father can only think of people to fake, only Ding Ding's father, perhaps there is some guilt in the middle. And another reason is that those people are not familiar with the appearance of Ding Ding's father. Other than the person who was watching outside the Xie Family Ancestral Hall at the time who knew about it, almost all the other people had never seen what Ding Ding's father looked like, so it was still a safe bet in comparison.

Furthermore, Old Zheng and Mrs. Nine were living in the countryside at the time, in a poor countryside, not many people knew them, and Mrs. Nine didn't hold it because she didn't have Old Zheng's body. And Lao Zheng had a long time not in the house, the locals thought Lao Zheng had a new home outside leaving them mother and son not to come back.

I listened to him talk about all this, not a word in between, and when he stopped to take a deep breath, I said, how did you guys change your appearance?

My dad hemmed and hawed and said, you forget that the world under the one-wood coffin is a dream, and since it's a dream, it's enough for you to live in it in whatever shape you want yourself to look like, as long as you have a deep enough impression in your head of the person you want to turn into that you completely equalize his looks to your own.

I frowned and said how that sounded like a painted skin. If it were me, I'd just think about coming out looking like the super-handsome guy that I couldn't match three hundred years before or after, and since no one's ever seen him anyway, wouldn't that be safer and more able to hide from people.

My dad gave me a blank look and said Xiao Xi you are brain dead ideas, have to change! Painted skin can be changed as much as you want, we can't, once you look like yourself in your dream, it's like you've been characterized. Unless you die and your dream restarts, you can only keep this look, just like what you were born with, you only have this face, if you want plastic surgery, you'll have to go under the knife. Besides, it's not impossible for you to conceive a look out of thin air, but the problem is that people live in this world, they need an identity, it's not a fantasy that no one is going to care about in those bad novels about killing people and getting away with it. This identity of yours is the name, and the role you play in this world. It is because Lao Zheng has those previous encounters, so he does things, so there will be some unexpected effects, for example, last time your mother buried you, the dog surnamed Lin wanted to kill you, it is to see me this face, the brain remembered the previous things, which was scared to escape.

I think so, you become a practical living in this world, with the identity of others, which can be integrated into, Xie Chengfeng is so, even the skin is so, so, I can not help but think of the little kid, he is a person without identity, even the name does not have any significance, so listen to him talk about his own experience, I think he is really pathetic, but also really does not belong to this world. .

My dad saw me melancholy up, reached out and patted me a hand, said you still follow not continue to listen.

I was busy nodding, my dad coughed, and only then continued to talk about, he through his own death, which realized that before he had never understood the place. For example, the ancestral temple people stay there all their lives, they are guarding what, but he thought for a long time before he realized, in fact, what they guard, is the ghosts under this one-wooden coffin, do not allow other ghosts and monsters to get close to, but also do not allow the souls inside to come out. But nowadays, we only know that there is this rule of guarding for the rest of our lives, and no one is clear about what we should really do, as if this information has been passed on for generations.

I was busy asking him why this is the case, my dad looked toward the door, said, I have been searching for the past few days, this thing is related to the eight generations of ancestors!