Above the String of Tai Chi

Chapter 9 - Birdman

Before the hour of transcending ghosts, a black cloud appeared in front of my eyes and came towards me from far to near...

'It seems that some great god let them in... In such a hurry! Did you see? It's not even time yet but they are all here...!'

I grumbled.

Bearing the mission of Buddhism, it has been more than ten years that we've been transcending the souls of the dead...

Most of the souls of the dead to be transcended are designated, noddingly approved, and let in by the Buddhist Ksitigarbha King. Only then can we transcend them. Most of the time for transcending is from 6 to 8 o'clock in the evening.

But like today in broad daylight, it is extremely rare for people to flood in before the hour...

They are slowly approaching me...

'What! Why are they still flying? All quite big? Each is kind of like a small plane. How strange?'

They fly in a quite particular formation. There is one in front, and then like the sparrows formations, rest are scattered...

Oh my gosh! Why? There are more and more coming, overwhelmingly covering the sky and the ground!

I have been working for Buddhism for more than ten years, yet haven't earned a dime. But I have practiced to be very brave!

It is very dangerous for livings to face the ones of the hidden world. When those were alive, some killed people and set others on fire. After death, they become even more brutal. If they don't agree with you, they'll immediately reach their hand out...

And I have a body. I can't bear to handle them too much. Therefore, whenever I deal with them, I am cautious, speak tentatively, and attempt to get things done.

Ghosts are not like the ones written in online novels, who eat the livings like eating food, with their mouths full of blood...

But they can control your thinking, make you lose control, lead you into the illusion they weave, and make you unable to extricate yourself...

If things go on like this, you who fall into the illusion will become schizophrenic and even commit suicide...

As I was thinking about it, they landed, and my eyes widened...

The one at the lead came up to me, with his hands... oh no, it should be said that he spread his wings and greeted me.

I hurriedly clasped my hands together, politely, and returned the Taoist etiquette.

I have a hard time defining their type. They are all more than eight feet tall. They roughly look the same as human beings...

But, its hands are seemingly connected to its feet, like wings. I can't see clearly whether it has separate legs...

Suddenly the hole in my brain opened wide with curiousity...

Oh my gosh! Maybe they are evolved from pterosaurs. In an instant, I praised my brain hole's ability...!

I thought to myself: I dare not ask, but I can think, can't I?

The wings that are still vibrating and hovering in the air about two feet away. But as soon as they landed, they all retracted their wings instantly.

They lined up neatly, quietly and orderly.

I thought to myself, aren't dragons supposed to violet? Why so listless...?

'Please transcend us.'

The leader tells me. I was taken aback when I heard it, and then smiled to please them.

'No problem. You are from prehistoric times, but why do you think about rebirth just now...?'

'Before, we didn't want to and didn't care to. But at the moment, if we don't reincarnate, I'm afraid we will be scattered.'

'Oh! Yes, of course...'

I hurriedly praised.

I secretly despise myself in pleasing them. I have no bottom line; I am afraid!

They stand there, no different from us human beings. But their facial features are more exquisite and beautiful than our men. Really, they've really been kissed by God!

They are all tall, strong, proud, defiant, and stunningly beautiful...

If they appear in the public eye, there must be screams!

The only difference from us is that most of their faces, bodies, and skin colors still have original color of birds. They look like the ancient Indians with smear on their faces!

I really don't know, this is, is their skin color native, or is it painted?

But I guess it wasn't painted. Because they don't have that kind of spiritual head, they will definitely don't care to. Not to mention, everyone is so arrogant, aren't they?

Suddenly I froze, thinking to myself, maybe the Indians are their descendants after evolution...

So for now, they still have the preference of painting faces and wearing feather headdress on their heads!

It has been said recently that the ancient Indians were of the ancient Chinese race. And the Chinese are known as the descendants of the dragon...

The dragon's skin is thick, not white, and rough, so Chinese people have yellow skin, not as beautiful as the Europeans?

According to what Master Xuannv showed me, Europeans evolved from the bees kind, so they are naturally white and delicate...

As my thoughts are running wild here, it looked at me quietly. Maybe it's thinking that once it reincarnates, will it look like me?

'Haha!' Suddenly it laughed.

'Immediately, immediately, I will do it for you.'

I hurriedly said in fright, thinking to myself, could it be that it can read me?

However, I have heard that before human beings have language, they rely on the communication of minds, which are used to convey thoughts and ideas...

And reading me, as it should be even more, the most basic survival and common skill.

After a while they all left. I was very angry. I was ridiculed by a dragon. I am ashamed for the latecomers!

'Heck, I really think I'm a nympho! Besides, even if I have a crush, I shouldn't have a crush on someone with wings!'

However, they are really, really stunning!

But why do people become less beautiful as they evolves? Really weird?

I guess, it may all be pollution, causing trouble, causing...

What a pity!