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Shiva swiftly slid down from the roof and chose a more secluded alleyway, avoiding the guards on the street. The night breeze gently blew as Shiva's figure, like a fleeting shadow, quietly traversed the cobblestone road under the cover of night, arriving at the edge of a small pond.
Moonlight reflected on the surface of the pond, creating faint ripples. Shiva carefully observed the surroundings, ensuring no guards had noticed this place. Then, he walked to the edge of the pond, searching for a possible water supply tunnel. Before long, he found a not-so-obvious entrance under a large stone, just enough for one person to pass through.
He carefully moved the stone, revealing a half-person-high entrance. A chilly underground breeze flowed out from the small hole. Without hesitation, Shiva gracefully entered the tunnel.
The beginning of the tunnel was relatively narrow, only allowing one person to pass through sideways, which is exactly what Shiva did. He held a dim torch in his hand, illuminating his path ahead. The walls of the tunnel were all hewn from hard stones, uneven and occasionally dripping cold water from the crevices, making a dripping sound.
As he delved deeper into the tunnel, the surroundings became increasingly spacious. The carvings on the stone walls also became more intricate, as if telling some ancient story. Shiva observed closely and noticed that these carvings seemed to depict a grand war, and the main characters bore some resemblance to the Arjuna and Garna he had dreamt about.
After walking for nearly forty minutes, Shiva finally sensed a change in the airflow ahead. He cautiously slowed his pace and faintly heard the buzzing sound of people quietly reciting scriptures in the distance. He knew he was nearing his destination, so he extinguished the torch in his hand and, relying on the moonlight and dim lamps, quietly approached the exit, preparing to enter the heart of the Brahmin Temple.
Shiva chose to walk in the shadows of darkness, relying on years of assassin training to move like the wind through every corner of the temple. Whenever a guard approached, he quickly found a hiding place, leaving no trace behind like a ghost.
The temple's ancient and intricate architecture featured heavy stone pillars and exquisite reliefs all around, providing him with plenty of good hiding spots. When he saw the slightly larger single room, he sensed a different atmosphere from the rest of the place, one that seemed more sacred and solemn.
He closely monitored the entrance to the room, confirming there were no guards around, then cautiously approached. A golden light seeped through the crack in the door, accompanied by chanting. He leaned in, carefully trying to listen for any movement inside. From the sound, he could tell there was only one person in the room, and that person's tone seemed to be engaged in some kind of sacred communication with others.
Shiva observed from outside the master's room, when suddenly the master's chanting stopped, and without turning his head, the master said, "Stop watching from outside, come in!" When the master's voice echoed in the silent night, it was full of depth and wisdom, as if it could penetrate all falsehood and concealment. Shiva felt an indescribable pressure, as if facing a being beyond mortal.
He slowly pushed open the heavy wooden door, and the room was filled with a rich fragrance, while various offerings and burning incense were placed on the floor. In the deepest part of the room, the master sat peacefully, with a slightly swaying oil lamp beside him, illuminating his deep and dignified eyes.
Shiva felt a strong sense of reverence, and he bowed deeply before respectfully kneeling in front of the master. There were a thousand words in his heart that he wanted to express, but at this moment, he chose silence because he knew that in front of this master, he was still just a humble apprentice.
In the room, the dim oil lamp light reflected the faces of the two people, and time seemed to slow down in this moment. The Master's smile was so deep and serene, like a bright star in the night sky, giving immense comfort and strength. In his gaze, it seemed to hold endless wisdom and experience, as if he had already seen through everything like a deity.
When the Master mentioned Shiva's dream, Shiva was suddenly shocked. How could he know? But this only strengthened his resolve; the purpose of this journey was to seek answers and guidance.
He looked at the master, his eyes reflecting confusion and anticipation. Taking a deep breath, he began to recount, "In my dream, I stood on a scorched earth, witnessing a devastated world, filled with sorrow and incomprehension. In another dream, I found myself on a battlefield, watching Arjuna and Garna locked in fierce combat, as if the entire sky trembled for it."
"The plot and emotions in these dreams felt too real, as if I had experienced them firsthand. These dreams serve as a reminder that there are things happening in this world that surpass my understanding."
Shiva fell silent for a moment, then looked at the master again, with a deep sense of doubt in his eyes, hoping that the master could answer the questions in his heart.
Upon hearing Shiva's confession, the master tilted his head slightly and a hint of profound smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He took a deep breath and said, "Dreams are often the projection of the mind, sometimes reflecting our desires, fears, and confusion. Brahminism believes that when our minds are in sync with the frequency of the universe, we can see different timelines, possible pasts, and possible futures."
Shiva listened, his face showing deeper confusion as he asked, "But why would I see the battle between Arjuna and Garna? They don't seem to have any direct connection to me."
The master slowly replied, "This may be because your soul is seeking truth and justice. The war of Arjuna and Garna actually represents the struggle within your own heart, the battle between right and wrong, and how to choose the correct path in adversity. Perhaps your own heart is going through such a struggle, so you are seeing this dream."
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