Zheng Qing discovered a problem.
Regardless of Mr. Wu, Professor Yao, or the old man Garcia who teaches fish-man language, the old man Verne of the school working committee, the elder Atal of the Usa City Temple, etc., all these elderly wizards
When I want to say something, I always like to go off on a tangent and tell some riddles that are surrounded by clouds and mountains, keeping people guessing for a long time.
The younger generation of wizards like to call this phenomenon the ‘last echo of the old-school wizards’, because this guessing method of communication was once very popular when occultism occupied the mainstream position in the magical world.
It seems that any wizard who speaks more eloquently will destroy certain magical concepts based on occult principles.
However, with the continuous development of modern magic theory, traditional occult views are gradually fading. Young wizards prefer a fast-paced communication method. Only some older wizards, limited by deep-rooted habits, still retain
Shadows of their youth.
At this moment, in front of the ivory podium, the patience of the young wizards had gradually been exhausted by Elder Atal.
"Then what do you mean by pointing up?"
This time it was Zhang Jixin who used the crudest and simplest method to solve Old Man Atal's puzzle: "Is there a door to reality on the roof of the temple?"
This is a new point of view. Zheng Qing has never considered this possibility.
Considering that there is a tall white tower on top of the dome, maybe there is really a gate inside that allows young wizards to return to school.
The old man put down his finger slightly displeased.
"If he were a child of Atlas, he would have known what I meant." He mumbled in an unclear voice and glanced upward: "I just want you to look away... you have to learn
Open up your vision and stand at a high place. Your vision will be broadened and you will be able to see more roads."
"Like on that white tower?" Zheng Qing said with a hint of surprise.
"No," the old man shook his head: "That's the residence of the gods. If you want to go up there, it's not enough to make offerings at this point...and it's not high enough up there either. You need to go up the mountain."
Going up the mountain, Zheng Qing chewed on this word and subconsciously glanced at the fat man and the elder.
They both came down from the mountain.
"You said before that you fell from the sky, right?" Zheng Qingxu asked his companions with his eyes, but he couldn't help but glance at the old man Atal from the corner of his eyes, and bite the three words very hard:
"From heaven?"
"That's right," the fat man gestured carelessly: "Like two meteorites, they smashed into a small courtyard and destroyed the ground... The elder also left two golden beans as compensation.
"
The great elder of the temple clapped his hands gently.
"A very smart move," he seemed very happy to hear this answer: "This is a little simpler than I thought... The dark wizard in Engla's old house, although evil, is very well-behaved.
With the previous 'transaction record', you have a higher chance of being able to trade with it again."
Nikita's eyes moved slightly, but he immediately regained his composure.
The young wizards were all focused on their conversation with Old Atal, and no one noticed the slight change in the banshee's aura.
"There is a door in the sky and we can't get in," Zhang Jixin said, expressing everyone's confusion: "We have no wings... Do we need to jump back to the sky?"
Even if you use the Light Body Talisman and the Soaring Cloud Talisman, you can only fly tens of meters into the air. These young people who have not even reached the level of registered wizards are not qualified to challenge the sky.
"Jumping up... might not be a solution." Elder Atal nodded seriously, as if he didn't think the red-faced wizard was joking just now.
The young wizards couldn't help but look at each other.
"Are you serious?" Zheng Qing raised his eyebrows: "Are you asking us to 'jump back' to the sky?"
"There is a way in heaven that leads to the truth. This sentence is as certain as the pebbles in your shoes or the key that is placed on the table but can never be found. It is as true as it is true."
A black cat walked in from outside the hall, jumped onto Old Man Atal's knees skillfully, and began to purr. The old man scratched the black cat's ears, and his voice became more and more kind:
"The only difficulty is how to find the key that is missing from your sight. Standing on the top of the mountain and jumping into the sky sounds like a very courageous choice."
"Of course you can also choose to find a ladder, or throw a rope up there, and try to see if you can climb the ladder, climb the rope, and finally climb out of this world... The method is in your mind, you just need to find it.
"
"...Even if there is no road at the end of the mountain top and the other end of the rainbow is not as beautiful as you expect, never give up hope. Hope is beyond obsession and is the eternal beacon of the world."
When he said the last sentence, Old Atal's eyes kept falling on Zhu Si. The black cat meowed softly on his knees, opened its mouth and spit out a few fur balls.
The old man's skinny fingertips touched the hair balls, and the hair balls spread out and turned into a smooth black cat hair. It was as if a pair of invisible hands passed over the cat hair, and the cat hair scattered on the table
They intertwined silently and finally formed a thin black rope.
Old Man Atal picked up the string, slowly moved his eyes, glanced at Zheng Qing, and then looked at Zhu Si again.
"Come here," he waved to the little witch, "come closer."
The little witch seemed a little hesitant.
Zheng Qing stood behind her, pushed her quietly, and pushed her in front of Old Man Atal. Perhaps because of the unfamiliar scent, the black cat jumped off the old man's lap, flicked its tail, and disappeared under the table leg.
deep in the shadows between.
Zhu Si stood still nervously.
The great elder of the temple picked up her hand and tied the thin rope woven with cat hair around the little witch's wrist.
"Hope transcends obsession and is the eternal beacon of the world." He repeated these words, looked at the bright but weak fire in front of him with a smile, and said softly: "Destiny is fair and unfair.
.Because He treats the misery and happiness in this world equally, without any mercy or deliberate cruelty."
"Many people have been realizing this throughout their lives. But few people can deeply understand this at your age."
"This is a gift from fate. You must learn to accept it...and then return it to fate."
"Now, please close your eyes."
After the rope was tied, old man Atal looked away from Zhu Si and looked at the others.
Everyone closed their eyes obediently.
Including two banshees.
This chapter has been completed!