Journey to Seek Past Reincarnations Chapter 3: Ancient Indian brothel
The golden sun shone on the land of India, and the gentle sound and the sound of chanting sounded at the same time. I saw with my own eyes the Ganges River, the legendary water of heaven that carries the life and death cycle of people's souls. The golden light swayed on the river, rendering an amber dusk, and the boats, river steps, temples and bathing people all became golden dreams. The breeze blows gently, as if singing a transparent hymn.
Peaceful but irritable, tolerant but harsh, pious but dissolute, ascetic and indulgent, seemingly chaotic but in fact everything is in strict order.
Qunu city is in this flaming world of mortals.
The name of Ganika Posumi is much more famous in Qunu City than I imagined, and to my surprise, people mention her not only without the slightest disdain, but with a little more respect. Although I heard that Janika has a very unusual status in the male-society, she is universally respected, and everyone wants to win her favor, but I still feel a little weird in my heart.
However, it seems that it is not difficult to find Posumi, but is it easier to appear as a man to meet a prostitute? I changed into a men’s outfit in the city, wrapped a headscarf, and exchanged some mandala coins at that time, and hurried to the brothel where Posumi was. Along the way, from time to time, coquettish women in red sari winked at me and twisted their waists like water snakes. These are low-level prostitutes in the city. They wear red clothes just to hope Make it easier for men to find them. The mansions where high-class prostitutes live are often much more luxurious. When I found the brothel on the west bank of the Ganges, I was secretly surprised by the magnificent facilities.
Among the extravagant and flashy music, a brown-skinned woman in a sari dances lightly, enchanting and glamorous. Countless beauties in glass-like thin silk and colorful jewelry floated past me, bringing a strong scent of white sandalwood.
What surprised me the most was that the owner of the brothel was not the kind of bustard I was familiar with on TV, he was actually a man, and a monk at that.
After I threw out almost all the mandala coins, the boss asked a beautiful and plump woman to lead me to Posumi's room. The lower bed is covered with fragrant jasmine flowers; beside the small pillow painted with ubala flowers, there are agarwood and kara burning, faintly exuding a mysterious fragrance. There are several exquisite patterns drawn on the small cabinet inlaid with gold. When I looked closely, I couldn't help but feel hot. The paintings on the cabinet turned out to be something similar to ancient Chinese **** pictures. Although I was a little embarrassed, but A little curious, I couldn't help but take a few more glances.
While watching, a burst of low and gentle laughter came from behind me.
I quickly straightened up and turned around.
The young woman standing against the door smiled at me, plump and voluptuous, wild-uninhibited, with a kind of ecstasy and amazement, those big brown eyes, the mysterious and seductive temptation seems to be captivating, making people unable to move Resisting, the thin sari outlined her incomparably graceful and **** figure. Gudong, my God, I actually heard the sound of myself swallowing. I quickly touched my nose, but fortunately, no nosebleed yet...
She smiled even more charmingly, as if she was already used to people's reactions like this. She walked towards me gracefully, wearing a ding-dong ring, bursting with fragrance, I only heard my own stammering voice: "You, you are Posu honey?" She opened her vermilion lips lightly, her voice was as clear as spring water It was pleasant to hear, "I am posu honey." She said, and handed me the betel sauce and the garland.
"Dear guest, let me play a song for you first." She smiled, and picked up a Wei Naqin from her side. The Wei Na Qin has five strings and looks a bit like an ancient Chinese The musical instrument konghou is said to have come from ancient India.
The melodious sound of the piano is somewhat mysterious, and her charming appearance with slightly closed eyes reminds me of the Gandharva King who specializes in playing fairy music in Indian Buddhist mythology. After the end of the song, she talked about poetry with me again , It's a bit like our famous courtesans in ancient China, who are proficient in poetry, calligraphy, piano and painting, and have unlimited charm.
"Dear guest, what do you think of the poem I read just now?" Her words interrupted my reverie.
"Well, it's good." I said a few perfunctory words, but I didn't hear what she said just now, it seemed that I only heard the words "love" and "flowing water" vaguely.
She moved closer to me, and said with a charming smile: "It must be that my poetry is too clumsy, I wonder if you can enlighten me?" I thought for a while, and suddenly remembered a famous poem, so I smiled Nodded, cleared his throat, and read:
The furthest distance in the world
Not the distance between life and death
It's me standing in front of you
You don't know I love you
The furthest distance in the world
I'm not standing in front of you
You don't know I love you
It's love to obsession
But I can't say I love you
The furthest distance in the world
It's not that I can't say I love you
I miss you so much
But I can only bury it deep in my heart
The furthest distance in the world
It's not that I can't say I miss you
Love each other
But can't be together
The furthest distance in the world
Not in love with each other
But can't be together
But knowing that true love is invincible
But pretending not to care
She froze there, a trace of melancholy flashed in her eyes, then she made no secret of her surprise and admiration, smiled and hugged me gently, put her lips next to my ear, and gently touched my neck with her fingers Slide the whole body, and whispered: "This is the best poem I have ever heard, today I will definitely make you feel the joy of heaven."
I hastily blocked her slipping fingers, and murmured: "I, I should go."
She smiled lowly, and stretched out her hand to untie my clothes, "What's the hurry, let me take care of you to take a bath first." With a cry, her eyes widened, "Are you a woman?" She exclaimed, and several burly men rushed in from the door, staring at me covetously. The boss also came in, glanced at me, then at Poxumi, "What's wrong?"
Po Xumi suddenly laughed, "This is a girl."
The boss turned pale and stared at me. I pulled my clothes, sighed, and nodded helplessly.
The boss's face became strange, "What do you mean? Are you here to make trouble?" I glanced at the surrounding situation, and these big men were not my opponents at all, and it would be easy to leave here. It's just that if I'm blacklisted by them, then my task seems a bit tricky.
"I, I just admire the name of Ganika Posumi, so I want to meet her in real life." I squeezed out a smile.
"Admiration?" She looked at me with interest.
"Yeah, who doesn't know what an honor it is to be Garnica. It's also respected at many festive occasions and many social occasions."
"That's right." An elusive look flashed in her eyes, "So do you want to be Janika?"
I stared wide-eyed and stared at her blankly. After a few seconds of stagnation, my mind turned quickly again. Maybe this is the best chance to stay with her, and maybe I can complete the task quickly. Becoming Janica is not so easy, as long as I hurry up and find out who she is destined to be, it will be fine. Of course, no one here can take advantage of me.
Thinking of this, I nodded like a hero.
"Po Xumi, you..." The boss seemed to hesitate to speak.
Posumi gently lifted my chin, and said with a smile: "You are a talented person, I will personally train you, and I will definitely make you an excellent Janika, making all men bow down At your feet, obsessed with you, crazy for you, whether noble, monk, commoner or king."
The corners of my mouth twitched, I was still such a talented person, let Si Yin know that he would be **** off, if Sanatesi knew, he would definitely make fun of me again.
"Miss Posumi, Master Namo Luo is here." A maid's voice came from the door.
Po Xumi slowly moved her hand away, "Understood, I will invite him in later."
Posu Mi was not in a hurry to let that Lord Namo Luo in, but leisurely daubed sandalwood oil on her arms, and did not speak slowly until the maid outside urged her a few more times. The woman next to her said, "Take her out first."
When I went out with that woman, I saw the woman beside me salute respectfully to a person, and when I looked up, I saw a tall man with a unique Indian man Bronze-colored skin, long black hair tied together casually, hanging behind his head, the flashing luster in his long and narrow brown eyes is like the setting sun on the Ganges River, lightly and softly smearing the afterglow in the depths of his eyes .
Is this Namora? In this kind of place, there is such a man with such an outstanding temperament. Could it be that he is Po Xumi's destined person? I quickly looked at his forehead, and couldn't help feeling disappointed, there was nothing on his smooth and flat forehead.
He glanced at me indifferently, slightly surprised, but quickly looked away, and walked towards Poxumi's room.
Seeing that he was not the person I was looking for, I immediately lost interest and quickly followed the woman through the corridor.
After bathing and freshening up in the room, I changed into a pale yellow sari, waiting for Posumi's so-called "teaching".
When it was almost dark, Poxumi finally came. She smiled at me charmingly, "By the way, I don't know your name yet."
"My name is Ye Yin, and I come from the country of Maha Zhina." I answered. I have seen in books that India at that time called China the country of Mahazhina.
"It turns out that you are from the country of Mahazhina, no wonder your appearance is a little different from ours, but the more special you are, the easier it is for men to pay attention to you." She spoke from the small cabinet behind her. I took out a somewhat yellowed book, "You must read this often, it is a must-read book for becoming a Janika." I took it, and saw a few Sanskrit words written on it: "Karika Masutra", as soon as I opened it, I almost threw the book in her face in shock, and it turned out that it was full of different positions of men and women in the same room, more **** than erotic.
"Don't make a fuss, and don't underestimate this Kamasutra. Even the daughters of princes and ministers must study the skills in "Kamasutra", so that they can be favored by their husbands, even if their husbands' harem Three thousand beauties, I still prefer them. Therefore, not only us, everyone should read it and learn the skills in it. The supreme spiritual satisfaction and the pleasure of carnal desire-immortal-desire-death are essentially the same Desire, as a driving force, is the same as the practice of an ascetic.”
"Ah..." I was really shocked by her remarks. Although I had heard that men and women in ancient India were very open in this regard, I was still surprised to hear it with my own ears.
By the way, "Kamasutra", isn't it the world-famous Kama Sutra of ancient India, written by a person named Ratsayana around the 6th century AD, it is said to be The first book in history that delicately depicts "the pleasures of the boudoirs of ancient Indian men and women" and "ancient Indian culture", and at the same time truly fits the meaning of "body, mind, soul - love". It turns out that this book really exists...
"Then, just read this." I put the book down helplessly.
"Yin, becoming Janika is not so easy. From tomorrow onwards, you will follow me to learn sixty-four arts." A seductive smile flashed on her lips.
"What, what, Sixty-Four Arts?" My tongue started to get knotted again, and a chill shot up from my heart.
"It's really nothing but learning singing, musical instruments, dancing, calligraphy and sketching, embroidery, adorning deities with rice and flowers, arranging flowers, dyeing cloth or body parts such as hair, nails, lips, glass carving , making beds and playing waterbowl music in the most comfortable way, painting, decorating and composing pictures, how to make rosaries, necklaces, stems and crowns, the art of making turbans and girdles out of flowers and heron's feathers, the art of theater and theatrical expression creation, the art of designing earrings, the preparation and fitting of perfumes, the art of dressing and the elegant arrangement of precious stones and ornaments..."
My head was buzzing, I only saw her plump lips move, my eyes suddenly went dark, and I passed out with a plop, my God!