Chapter 742 The Golden Summit of the Divine Mountain
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Before the sun set, Mo Hai and others finally arrived at the foot of the Holy Mountain. Snow water flowed down from a gurgling stream and merged into the river at the foot of the mountain. The water was extremely clear and cold to the bone. Those who came early,
Some people actually wash their cars by the river.
Qian Bin, the rich second generation, and the bodyguards gathered around to play poker.
Seeing Mo Hai coming, Qian Bin and others suddenly got a bad taste and said to Xiong Yali: "Beauty Xiong, that boy is here."
"What does his coming have to do with me?" Xiong Yali frowned and glared at Qian Bin and others. These people were really bored and making fun of themselves.
"You care so much about him, of course it has something to do with you." Qian Bin said with a smile.
"Humph, Qian Bin, be more serious, this is under the sacred mountain." Xiong Yali said angrily.
"Haha, it's time to be more serious. Calculating the time, it's almost time." Qian Bin looked at the sun in the sky, his face became serious, and he stopped using his words.
"Look, there's golden light." Suddenly, someone shouted.
Everyone was immediately attracted. They faced the sacred mountain and looked at it. Although this sacred mountain looked ordinary, it was more than a thousand meters high based on the horizontal plane where everyone was standing. It can be called towering and precipitous. Even ordinary people thought.
Mountain climbing is also very dangerous. If you are not careful, it will roll down like a stone and break into pieces. Not to mention, there is also the risk of avalanche.
At this moment, as the sunset slowly sets, a ray of sunlight seems to match the snow top of the Holy Mountain to a certain extent, refracting golden light. As the sunset gradually sets, the golden light becomes more and more, and in the end, the entire snow top of the Holy Mountain becomes...
It has become a golden dome with shining golden light, which looks brilliant and magical, like the arrival of Buddha, it is spectacular.
"It's so beautiful!" Xiong Yali couldn't help but exclaimed. She took out her camera and kept taking pictures from different angles.
"Hurry up and make a wish." Chen Yudan knelt on the ground and worshiped solemnly.
"I think this may really be just a natural phenomenon, and making a wish may not necessarily come true, so I won't make a wish. But this trip is really not in vain. This golden dome is so beautiful. The snow top turns into a golden dome.
"If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, it would be unimaginable. Nature is really wonderful everywhere." Xiong Yali said with a smile, and her mood became better after seeing the beautiful scenery.
Mo Hai also stood by the river, standing with his hands behind his hands, looking at the top of the sacred mountain with a leisurely expression.
"Young man, hurry up and worship the sacred mountain. This is a rare opportunity. Now that you are here, make a wish. The sacred mountain is really efficacious. Of course, your request cannot be too excessive." Seeing Mo Hai standing still, the old man said,
He urged quickly.
"I don't have any wishes, so I won't worship." Mo Hai smiled.
The old man said nothing more, and took his grandson, kneeling by the river, worshiping devoutly, and chanting Tibetan scriptures.
When Xiong Yali was taking pictures, she accidentally caught a glimpse of Mo Hai. Mo Hai stood among the group of Tibetans, standing out from the crowd. Everyone else was worshiping the sacred mountain, but Mo Hai stood abruptly, with his hands behind his back.
A ray of sunset passed through Mo Hai's side, and there was an indescribable deep and hazy feeling. Xiong Yali was slightly stunned. Although she had not spoken much to Mo Hai and did not understand Mo Hai, Mo Hai's behavior and behavior...
Either there's something wrong with your brain, or it's really unfathomable.
However, Xiong Yali prefers the former. As a young man, he is definitely not mysterious. Pretending to be sophisticated is more like it.
However, Xiong Yali thought about it and couldn't help but choose an angle to take a photo of Mohai, the sacred mountain, and the devout Tibetans.
Mo Hai seemed to sense something. He turned around and saw Xiong Yali taking a picture of him, and smiled lightly.
Xiong Yali was a little embarrassed and cursed herself secretly. Someone saw the secretly taken photos. Now, that guy must have thought that I had something in mind for him.
When Xiong Yali was thinking about whether to explain it, Qian Bin, Chen Yudan and other rich second generations also pretended to have finished their pilgrimage and stood up to let Xiong Yali take pictures for them. It would be a waste not to take pictures of such beautiful scenery.
After taking some photos, the sun gradually set and the golden summit of the sacred mountain became darker and darker, but some devout worshipers still knelt down.
"What wishes did you make just now?" After taking the photo, Chen Yudan couldn't help but ask.
"It won't work if you say it. It's getting late. Let's go back." Qian Bin said with a smile.
"Why are you in such a hurry? How about we go to the temple opposite?" Chen Yudan said curiously.
"A group of lamas, there is nothing interesting to see. After the sun goes down, it will be difficult for us to drive back. As you just saw, this mountain road is not easy to walk on." Qian Bin objected.
"Brother Bin is right, let's go back quickly." Li Pengcheng also agreed. They don't believe in Buddhism, so they have no interest in lamas. They might as well go back early to find beauties in nightclubs.
"Then go back." Chen Yudan had no choice but to nod.
"Ah~~"
Qian Bin and others were preparing to go back when suddenly, there was a heartbreaking sound, which startled everyone.
I saw a Tibetan in his forties who suddenly fell to the ground, curled up in a ball, and struggled painfully. He seemed to be suffering from an illness.
"What's wrong?" Everyone around was frightened. Except for a few people, most of them hid far away.
Qian Bin, Chen Yudan and others were also watching from a distance.
"Is that man going to die?" Chen Yudan said with a pale face. It was not that he was very sympathetic, but the Tibetan's painful cry made people panic.
"Most of those Tibetans are sick and come to pray to the sacred mountain to help them cure their illnesses. That person is probably sick," Qian Bin said knowingly.
"Didn't I just worship the sacred mountain? Why didn't it work?" Chen Yudan frowned.
"You really think that the sacred mountain will grant everything you ask for. Not everyone's wishes can come true, and those people are basically suffering from incurable diseases. I am afraid that even if the gods really come, they will not be able to do anything, let alone such a
There are so many people, even if the sacred mountain has spirit, it will be too busy." Qian Bin said, he stood on the side of the sacred mountain and spoke for the sacred mountain.
"Let me see, this sacred mountain is really just a natural phenomenon. If we respond to requests, there won't be only a few hundred people coming to worship today. It is estimated that everyone from China will come." Xiong Yali said.
"Hey, it seems that my wish is going to be ruined." Chen Yudan lamented.
The Tibetan's painful voice alarmed everyone, and also alarmed the Lama temple on the other side of the river. Several lamas ran over carrying copper pots.
Inside this copper pot is a medicinal tea brewed by the lama for the pilgrims of the sacred mountain. It is brewed with snow water from the sacred mountain and herbs from Tibetan areas. It can dispel cold and disinfect. It is not said to be a cure-all for all diseases, but it can lift people's spirits.