There is a psychological test question, which asks: If you can choose where to live, would you rather live by a lake, a river, or a stream? In my memory, Yunluo once lived by a stream. The stream in the mountains was a playground for playing in my school days. This article was first published by In the long summer vacation, I walked along the stream, picked wild fruits, picked wild flowers, caught crabs and shrimps. Those days were as clear as the stream water and as free as the little fish.

I once lived in a relative's house not far from the river, when I was a child and didn't know much about the world. The river was flowing day and night, and there were green mulberry fields on the banks. The river came from somewhere and went to the river. Standing by the river, the sparkling waves made Yunluo feel dizzy. Watching the river flow away, at such a young age, I felt lost.

If Yunluo were to choose now, she would prefer to live by the lake. Not a lake like West Lake. Although West Lake is beautiful, it has too many visitors and is too busy. It is also too elaborately made by humans, such as weeds cannot grow randomly and trees must be planted symmetrically, which makes it less natural and wild.

The ideal lake is like a mountain, with clouds in the mountains and mist on the water coexisting, water birds coming and going at will, and grass growing deep in the center of the lake. Wild grass and flowers grow by the lake, and trees grow freely. There are only hiking trails near the lake, and no boats are allowed at the wild ferry. But it can't be too secluded, with only a few pedestrians and a few houses, woodcutters coming to cut wood, and fishermen coming to fish.

Although it is an ideal, Yunluo believes that such a lake must exist. Look, in the east of Bali, three people met such a lake by chance. The local tour guide Mr. Chen wanted to take the three people to visit the east. Yunluo remembered that Ubud was in the middle, what attractions were there in the east? Guide Chen said that he wanted to take the three people to see a large reservoir.

Of all the things related to water, reservoirs sound too utilitarian. However, I had no choice but to follow the team's arrangements. Anyway, I was free to go wherever I wanted the next day.

The car drove from the south to the east, from the seaside to the pastoral scenery. Then it turned to a winding mountain road and spiraled up. The three of us had a delicious Indonesian buffet in the mountains, in a restaurant overlooking the terraced fields and beautiful scenery. The car started on the road again and soon arrived at the reservoir that Director Liu mentioned.

When we got there, we realized that Director Liu's name for this reservoir was really unfair to it. In front of us was clearly a beautiful lake. It was very close to Yunluo's ideal lake. Standing by the lake, the view was wide, and the mountains behind the lake were half shrouded in clouds and mist, and the mountains and forests were green. There was a walking path around the lake, which was also dotted with green trees. Shallow grass grew by the lake, and two or three local men in sarongs were standing and fishing.

The afternoon sun was sometimes clear and sometimes cloudy. Yunluo stood by the lake, watching the clear water and the ripples of the water caused by the breeze. If it weren't for the temples and stone pagodas dotted on this side of the lake, I would have thought I was in the western plateau of China. The mountains were just as high and the lake was just as far away from the hustle and bustle. Feng Wuyou and Bai Qi, the two bastards, left Yunluo behind and went fishing. It was the instigation of that cheap bird.

Although the temple stone pagoda is still there, it is all in simple colors, not overshadowing the main feature. Instead, it adds to the tranquility of the lake. Without the crowds of pilgrims, the temple pagoda is peaceful. Yunluo walked past the closed door of the temple pagoda. He admired the beautiful carvings on the door. The soft colors, delicate brushstrokes, and the dancing figures or gods on each door.

This kind of place easily makes people confused about their past and present lives. In this life, they are strangers visiting the lake. Where were they in their previous lives? It could be a blade of grass by the lake. The other side of the lake is the other shore. It seems that someone wants to strengthen this atmosphere of detachment from the world. From somewhere, there comes a rich sound of music, which sounds like singing, humming, and a strange tune.

Is this the music they use to pray to God? It is like a drop of dew in the heart. It is like a revelation. The music echoes between the lake and the valley, far and long. There are lakes everywhere, and each lake has its own tune. Miss Porter's lake area is filled with a relaxed and cheerful pastoral tune, like the sound of a flute, while West Lake is like the sound of a zither or jade pendants. The lake in front of you makes people calm.

Yunluo walked around the lake for a while, not knowing if he had gained any wisdom. He met three or five tourists who also looked like Southeast Asians, like a family, but one of the young girls had fair skin and deep eye sockets, not like a local.

Seeing three people taking photos in front of the temple tower, she greeted them with a smile, looking beautiful and dignified. Yunluo asked them if they were locals, and they smiled and replied that they were from Thailand. Thai people believe in Buddhism, but what does it matter? The beauty of the lake and mountains is appreciated by everyone. Different races and religions, beauty is a common belief.

I wanted to stay a little longer by the lake, but Director Liu was urging the three of us to go to the Temple of the Sea God. Yunluo wanted to have another cup of tea, sit by the lake, and enjoy the breeze for the whole afternoon. But when you go out, you still have to obey the team, and being too liberal doesn't work.

We reluctantly left Weiming Lake, a place that Director Liu called a reservoir. We don't know what it is called. Director Liu often only told three people its Indonesian name, and we couldn't remember it even if we used all our brain cells. I heard that Director Liu can only speak Chinese, and can't read or write. After all, he is the fourth generation of Chinese, so it's understandable.

If he also likes Tang poetry and Song poetry, he must have more words in his mind to describe this reservoir.

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The three went to the Temple of Poseidon and were told in advance that there were no statues of the god in the temple.

Seeing the temple but not the gods is one of the strange things I encountered in Bali. For Chinese pilgrims, this is unimaginable. If you enter a temple and there is no Maitreya Buddha in front, no Skanda guardian behind, or no majestic appearance of the compassionate Guanyin and Tathagata, can it still be called a temple? If you don't face the statues of gods and Buddhas, then what are you worshipping? The air? Or the statues of gods in your mind?

Indonesians go to worship in groups, wearing pure white clothes. I heard that they worship every day, every week, every month, in the morning and in the evening. It is not a bad idea to regard this ceremony as a collective gathering. Yunluo often sees people worshiping like this when walking in Bali.

The coolest thing was a Western woman wearing a long white dress, sitting on the back of a motorcycle, the wind blowing her long dress up, the driver was a tough local man, also wearing white. Yun Luo saw them from the car window and asked the driver curiously, "Westerners also go to worship?" He took a look and immediately concluded that the two were a couple, and the wife followed the husband because they were very close.

He was really sharp-eyed. Somehow he could tell that they were very close. From Yunluo's point of view, the woman was just grabbing the driver's clothes by the waist. However, they were wearing the same white clothes. They didn't look like they were praying, but more like a bride and groom going to a wedding ceremony. Speaking of the driver, his arrival also marked the beginning of the free travel.

The last stop that the three people visited with their Chinese tour guide Liu was the Temple of Poseidon. Just as Liu said, the three people arrived at the Temple of Poseidon, but did not see the god of the sea. They just admired the temple from afar. It was located on an isolated cliff and it did not look magnificent from the outside. It was just built by the sea, high up, and it looked a bit like a lighthouse.

Yunluo guessed that this sea temple was built not only for local people to worship, but also for the fishermen who returned from the sea. When the sea was rough, seeing this temple from afar gave them a sense of security, that they had returned to the island, and that they were home. But what did this sea god look like? It was certain that he would not look like the Chinese Mazu, nor like the Western Poseidon.

I saw many Balinese statues. Like the varied statues on the wall, the statues have many faces, handsome, honest, weird, human-like, animal-like, half-human and half-animal. They are covered with cloth of various colors, and the most eye-catching and fashionable one is the black and white checkered cloth. Director Liu said that black and white represent good and bad.

Speaking of gods, Director Liu certainly did not forget to introduce the gods of Bali to the three people. He said there are 33 gods, but the audience in the car did not react to this number. We have 108 Luohan in China. The three most important gods are the creator god, the protector god, the destroyer god, and the sun god, the moon god, and the road god.

The legend of the Poseidon Temple did not mention the Poseidon, but mentioned that the monks in the temple were very powerful. When the wind and waves were strong, they threw two belts and turned into sea snakes to suppress the monster waves. Although Director Liu earnestly asked the three people to remember the names of these gods, Yunluo was still confused.

Director Liu only introduced these things and did not give the three people an answer, but the local driver gave a completely different explanation. In Yunluo's opinion, the Indonesian driver, who believes in Hinduism, was more reliable.

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When Yunluo, Feng Wuyou and Bai Qi were sitting in the driver's car, chatting along the way, the driver asked Yunluo about the famous places he had visited. Yunluo of course mentioned Lover's Cliff and Poseidon Temple. The driver sneered at Lover's Cliff, saying that there was no such thing as couples jumping off the cliff. When Yunluo mentioned the name of Poseidon, he simply said that the three of them were talking nonsense.

The more I asked, the more confused I became. If the driver was right, then did Director Liu like to read Shakespeare? If he didn't tell stories like Macbeth or Romeo and Juliet, it would lack drama and disappoint the tourists from China.

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When Yunluo was sitting alone on the Dream Beach, a surfing coach came to talk to Yunluo and wanted to teach him how to surf, for a fee. This surfing coach was also a local, and he looked different from the driver. Surfing made him look unusually fit, and his expression also looked smarter, or cunning.

When Yunluo was chatting with him, he mentioned how one of their gods had thirty-three names. The coach immediately gave an analogy: For example, a person, like Yunluo, works here and surfs; but when he returns home, Yunluo is a son. Yunluo can also be a teacher, and at the same time, Yunluo can also be a father. Of course, Yunluo has not become a father yet, because Yunluo is single.

It turns out that the thirty-three gods are the same, just in different incarnations. They can be water, fire, air, the goddess of education, the wise elephant god, the sun god, the moon god, and he creates thirty-three incarnations according to people's good wishes.

There are thirty-three gods in Bali, and Yunluo met three different gentlemen, each of whom had his own interpretation of gods. This reminded Yunluo of Friday. If Yunluo met him, and he also had his own beliefs, would he say something equally shocking?

When the three men were having dinner together, Feng Wuyou told Yun Luo a piece of news that was not bad, but not good either. That was the old enemy of the Sword Demon, the newly promoted ninth-level evolver of Korea's No. 1 Legend, the Fire Crow King, who fled back to Korea that day after learning that the ninth-level evolver Blue Thorn Poison Vine was killed by the three heroes of Baxia. (To be continued...)