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  Peng Peng seems to have suffered a brief memory loss, and after waking up, he can't remember who he is or where he is. The coffin, on the other hand, is in a hurry to store this new silk book on his phone, and sure enough, it disappears soon after. I think ancient times didn't have flashlights, maybe the light from the flashlight was mistaken for sunlight by this silk book, after all, there's no moon here.

  "What's wrong with me?" Pengpeng said shaking his head.

  "You rascal, you were petrified by that strange Buddha statue's immobilization spell. We had to spend half a day's effort to rescue you."

  It's been so long since I finally heard the coffin, also known as Beijing scolding. Maybe before that, I wasn't too familiar with it and didn't dare to say it out loud. Now my mood has suddenly relaxed, and I habitually spit it out.

  "Is your memory of this period blank?" I asked, wondering if he would see something from his past life like I did.

  "I don't remember clearly, it's like I had a dream. From childhood, and then became an emperor, but didn't last long before passing away."

  "From birth to death? You're really having a wild dream." I'm surprised there could be such similar things.

  The Yellow Millet Dream Temple was built based on the story of "A Record of the Pillow" by Tang Dynasty writer Shen Jiji. The story begins in the year 719 AD, during the Kaiyuan era of the Tang Dynasty. After becoming an immortal, Daoist Lu Yong transformed into a wise old man and traveled the world. One day, at an inn on the road to Handan, he met a poor scholar named Lu Sheng who was riding a donkey to take the imperial examination in the capital. Lu Sheng told Lu Yong about his misfortunes and how he had failed the exam multiple times. As they talked, Lu Sheng began to feel drowsy, and Lu Yong took out a ceramic pillow with holes at both ends from his bag and handed it to him, saying: "Take a nap first." Lu Sheng fell asleep as soon as he rested his head on the pillow. In his dream, he saw himself passing the exam and becoming an official, but then experienced many ups and downs, including being framed multiple times. Fortunately, the emperor cleared his name, and he eventually became a high-ranking official, was enfeoffed as Duke of Yan, married a beautiful wife, and enjoyed great wealth and honor until his death at the age of 81. When Lu Sheng woke up with a start, he saw the innkeeper cooking yellow millet rice. He was amazed, but Lu Yong just smiled and said: "Isn't life just like a dream?" Lu Sheng suddenly understood the truth and threw away his books to follow Lu Yong and learn from him.

  "You're carefree for a lifetime, but we've suffered for half a day. Look at this!" The coffin pulled out a mobile phone and put it in front of Pengpeng.

  "Another map?" Pong was surprised.

  "Right, the dream you had just now was a return to your past life, and the trigger that brought you back to your past life is this Brocade Book. It seems that you are the reincarnation of the person who left behind this Brocade Book. What a wonderful coincidence! Haha!"

  I find it strange that Coffin is now acting this way, he seems to know a lot about these things. A small-time hoodlum from Pan's Garden, judging by his age, shouldn't have such profound knowledge and rich experience. After finding the second map, his behavior was too abnormal. Am I being overly cautious? Or is he hiding something? Let's take it one step at a time.

  "I've found the exit!" Coffin shouted.

  The exit is just behind the Buddha statue, with a hidden door that can't be seen if the stone statue isn't smashed. Pengpeng has already taken the lead and rushed in, I followed closely, and as I was about to enter, I took a look at the strange head lying on the ground, which was now facing me, its fierce eyes seemed to be cursing the person in front of it, while its open mouth seemed to be mocking us for falling into its trap. A chill ran down my back, hearing their urging voices inside, I also stepped forward and entered.

  The statue lay quietly on the ground, suddenly it rolled up by itself and crashed into the wall with a loud bang. Another person appeared in front of this stone gate, he had no lighting tools but was naturally feeling for something beside the door. With a click, this person laughed as if some mechanism had been triggered by him. Then he walked to the statue, wrapped it in cloth and put it into his backpack. In an instant, he also slipped into the gate.

  It was another downward step, and in order to save energy, we only lit one flashlight, with the three of us walking down in a line.

  "Don't you think it's strange? There were three Buddha statues just now, but only the middle one had a head that wasn't its own."

  "There's something strange about it, maybe those two are for show or to suppress his demonic nature with the other two. There are many possibilities, let's not try to figure out what ancient people were thinking." said the coffin.

  "Why not think about it? Einstein said that imagination is more important than knowledge."

  "I said two, now is not the time to discuss this, you see." Pengpeng stopped in his tracks.