There is a psychological test question, which asks if you can choose where to live, would you rather live by the lake, by the river or by the stream? In my memory, Yunluo once lived by the stream, and the stream in the mountains was a paradise for playing in the students. During the long summer vacation, I walked up the stream, picked wild fruits, picked wild flowers, and caught crabs and shrimps. Those days were as clear as the stream and as free as small fish.

I also lived in a relative's house not far from the river. When I was not aware of the world in my childhood, the river flowed, and day and night, green mulberry gardens grew on the shore. Where did the river come from? I went to the river, standing by the river. The rippling waves made the clouds at that time feel dizzy. When I watched the river flow, I felt sad at such a young age.

If Yunluo is now chosen, Yunluo would rather live by the lake. It is not a lake like West Lake. Although West Lake is beautiful, there are too many visitors and too lively; it is artificially dressed up, such as weeds cannot grow randomly, and trees should be planted symmetrically, which is less natural and wild.

The ideal lake is like a mountain. The clouds in the mountains and the fog on the water are accompanied by each other. The water birds come and go freely, and the grass in the middle of the lake is deep. The grass on the lake is full of wild grass and flowers, and the trees grow freely. There are only walking trails near the lake, and no one is standing by the wild ferry, but they cannot be too withdrawn. There are three or two pedestrians, and there are sparse families, both woodcutters come to log wood and fishermen come to fish.

Although it is an ideal, Yunluo believes that such a lake must exist. In the eastern part of Bali, three people met such a lake unexpectedly. The local tour guide Mr. Chen wanted to take three people to the east to visit. Yunluo remembers that Ubud is in the central part of the east. What are the famous attractions in the east? Director Chen said he wanted to take three people to see a large reservoir.

Among all the things related to water, the reservoir sounds too pragmatic. However, the team had to follow the arrangements. Anyway, I would travel freely the next day and go wherever I wanted.

The car traveled from the south to the east, from the seashore to the pastoral scenery, and then converted to a winding mountain road and circled up. The three of them had a delicious Indonesian buffet in the mountains, in a restaurant that could overlook the layers of terraces and beautiful scenery. The car went on the road and soon arrived at the reservoir mentioned by Director Liu.

When I arrived, I realized that this reservoir was really wronged by Director Liu's name. It was clearly a beautiful lake in front of me. It was very close to the ideal lake in Yunluo. Standing by the lake, the view was wide, and the mountains behind the lake were halfway in the clouds and mist, and the forests were green. Around the lake was a small path for walking, and green trees were also planted. The shallow grass grew by the lake, and two or three local men wearing sarongs were standing and fishing.

The afternoon sun is shining, and Yunluo stands by the lake, watching the clear water of the lake, and the breeze blows ripples. If it weren't for the scattered stone pagodas on this side of the lake, I would have thought that when the plateau of the western China was the same high mountain and the lake water was also far away from the hustle and bustle of dust. Feng Wuyou and Bai Qi, two bastards, left Yunluo and ran to fish, which was motivated by the little bird.

Although the stone pagodas in the temple are all of ancient colors, they do not overestimate the main. Instead, they add to the quietness of the lake. There are no crowded pilgrims, and the temple pagoda is peaceful. Clouds fall through the temple pagoda with closed doors. Admire the beautiful carvings and paintings on the doors. The soft tones and meticulous brushstrokes, and the doors have portraits or gods that look like dancing.

This kind of place can easily make people confused in the past and present life. In this life, it is a foreigner who visits the lake. Where is the past life? It may also be a grass by the lake. The other end of the lake is the other side. It seems that someone wants to strengthen this atmosphere that is separated from the world. There are nowhere where the grand music sounds, like singing, slap, and peculiar humming tunes.

Is this the music of their prayers and worshiping God? At first, it sounds like dew falling into their hearts. It seems like a revelation. The music echoes between the lake and the valley, and it is long and long. There are lakes everywhere, and each lake has its tone. Miss Porter's lake area is filled with relaxed and cheerful pastoral tones, like a flute sound, and the West Lake is like a guzheng or a jade pendant. The lake in front of you makes people quiet.

Yun Luo walked around the lake for a while, wondering if he had added some wisdom. He met three or five tourists who also looked like Southeast Asia. It seemed like a family was traveling, but one of the young girls had white skin and deep eyes, unlike the locals.

Seeing three people taking photos in front of the temple pagoda, she and the three people smiled and greeted each other with a beautiful and dignified expression. Yun Luo asked them if they were locals, and they replied with a smile that they were from Thailand. Thais believe in Buddhism, but what does it matter? The beauty of the lake and mountains is appreciated by everyone. Different races, different religions, and beauty are common beliefs.

He also wanted to stay by the lake for a while, Director Liu was urging three people to set out to worship the Temple of the Sea. According to Yun Luo's Ruyi's idea, he wanted to have another cup of tea, sit by the lake, and blow the wind for an afternoon. However, when he was out, he still had to obey the team, and it would not work if he was too liberal.

Yiyi reluctantly left Weiming Lake, the place where Director Liu called the reservoir. I don’t know what its name is. Director Liu often only told three people that Indonesian names were used, and could not remember them clearly if he used all the brain cells. He heard that Director Liu only speaks Chinese, can’t read and write. After all, he is the fourth generation of Chinese, which is understandable.

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

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The three of them went to the Temple of the Sea God and were told in advance that there were no statues of gods in the temple.

Seeing the temple but not seeing the gods is also one of the strange events encountered in Bali. For Chinese pilgrims, this is unimaginable. When you enter a temple, there is no Maitreya Buddha in front of you, no Weituo Dharma protector behind you, or no solemn appearance of the compassionate Guanyin and the Tathagata, can it still be called a temple? If you don’t face the statues of gods and Buddhas, then what to worship? Air? Or the statues of gods in your mind?

Indonesians went to worship, in groups, wearing pure white clothes. I heard that they wanted to worship every day, every week, every month, every morning and night, and it was not necessary to regard this ceremony as a group gathering. Yun Luo walked in Bali and often saw people who worshipped like this.

The coolest thing was a Western woman wearing a long white suit and sitting in the back seat of a motorcycle. The wind blew her long suit up. The driver was a fierce local man, also wearing white suit. Yun Luo saw it from the car window and asked the driver curiously, and the Westerners were also going to worship him. He took a look and immediately concluded that the two men were a couple, marrying their husbands and following their husbands because they were very close.

He was really angry and had somehow seen that they were very close. In Yunluo's opinion, the woman just grabbed the clothes on the driver's waist, but they were wearing the same white clothes, not like a worshiper, but like the bride and groom going to hold a wedding ceremony. Speaking of the driver, his arrival also marked the beginning of a free trip.

The last stop that the Chinese tour guide, Director Liu, accompanied the three of them, was the Temple of the Sea God. As Director Liu said, the three of them arrived at the Temple of the Sea God, but they did not see the Temple of the Sea God. They just looked at the temple located on an isolated cliff from afar. They did not look grand on the outside, but they were just built on the sea and were high above, with a bit of a lighthouse.

Yunluo guessed that this sea god temple was not only built for the worship of locals, but also for the fishermen who returned from sea. The sea was stormy and when you saw this temple from afar, you would have a backbone, go back to the island, and get home. But what exactly does this sea god look like? It is certain that Mazu, who doesn’t look like the Chinese, will not look like Poseidon in the West.

I have seen many statues of Bali, and like the changing statues in the corners of the walls, there are many appearances of statues, handsome, honest, strange, human, beast-like, half-human and half-beast. I was covered with various colors of cloth, among which the most eye-catching and trendy ones were black and white plaids. Director Liu said that black and white meant that they were good and bad.

Speaking of gods, Director Liu certainly would not forget to introduce the gods of Bali to three people. He said there were thirty-three gods, and the audience on the car did not respond to this number. There are 108 Chinese arhats. The most important gods are three, the Creation God, the Protection God, the Destruction God, the Sun God, the Moon God, and the Road God.

The legend of the Sea God Temple does not mention the Sea God, but the monks in the temple are very powerful. When the storm is on, they throw away two belts and turn them into sea snakes, which calms the demon waves. Although Director Liu tried his best to let the three people remember the names of these gods, Yun Luo still listens to the clouds and is confused.

These director Liu only introduced the article and did not give the three people the answer, but the local driver was a completely different explanation. In Yunluo's opinion, the Indonesian driver who believed in Hinduism was more reliable.

When Yunluo and Feng Wuyou and Bai Qi were chatting with the driver, the driver asked about the famous places Yunluo had been to. Of course, Yunluo mentioned the Lover Cliff and the Sea God Temple. The driver scoffed at the Lover Cliff and said that there was no such thing as a couple jumping off the cliff. When Yunluo talked about the name of the Sea God, he simply said that Director Liu, who was three people, was nonsense.

The more you ask, the more confused you become. If the driver is right, then would Director Liu like to read Shakespeare? If you don’t have some Macbeth or Romeo Juliet stories, it will be less dramatic and disappoint tourists from China?

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When Yunluo was sitting alone on the dream beach in a daze, a surfing coach came to chat with Yunluo and wanted to teach Yunluo to learn surfing, of course it was a fee. This surfing coach was also an authentic local, and looked different from the driver. Surfing made him look extremely healthy, and his expression also seemed smarter, or cunning.

When Yunluo chatted with him, he talked about how they had thirty-three names. The coach immediately gave an example: For example, a person, like Yunluo, works here and surfs; but when he got home, Yunluo was a son. Yunluo could be a teacher, and Yunluo could be a father. Of course, Yunluo had not become a father yet because Yunluo was single.

It turns out that this is the case. Thirty-three gods are the same, but only different incarnations. They can be water, fire, air, or goddess of education, god of wisdom, god of sun, god of moon, and they generate thirty-three incarnations based on people's good wishes.

There are thirty-three gods in Bali. Yunluo met three different gentlemen, and they all had their own explanations about God in their minds. This reminded Yunluo of Friday. If Yunluo met him, if he also had his own beliefs, would he make the same statements amazing?
Chapter completed!