Mountain Forest Search for Consciousness

Six years later, during the summer vacation after graduation, I once again stepped into the southwest mountain forest that haunts me - a dream-seeking journey. The gears of fate were turning quietly inadvertently, and the old events unfolded in front of me like leaves blown by the wind. Unexpectedly, the willows and willows were planted unintentionally, and old things were shaken out by accident. The fragments of childhood are gradually pieced together in my mind, and those past events buried by the years resurface before my eyes. The truth seems to be about to be revealed, and this actually involves Lan Yinxuguo from thousands of years ago! The past is the past, the past is the past, so and so, so and so. The bamboo jade pendant in the palm of my hand feels cool, and its lines wind like a river, overflowing with thousands of years of love, the first seven ghosts of my deceased grandfather, the strange aunt on the green leather car, the boy in red by the Bagua Well, the Taoist priests of Mount Laoshan, the Nuo opera to worship the gods, and the Miao border ghosts. All of this leads me to that "unnamed mountain" "There are no people in the empty mountain, but you can hear people's voices." Not necessarily a human, maybe a god