When Mrs. Huang first got the growth ring stone, she didn't know what it was. I explained it to her and said that this stone might contain information left in it before a person died. In fact, this kind of thing seems quite supernatural.
People like Po Huang understood it as soon as they heard it. She held the growth ring stone and looked at it by the candlelight for a while, and suddenly said to me that this stone did not seem to be hiding mental information.
"Isn't it?" I thought to myself. Could it be that Zhao Yingjun made a mistake in judgment?
"I'm not sure, but there's something inside the stone. You'll know if you take it out and take a look."
Before looking for Huang Po, I had thought many times about how to read the information inside a stone. Now was a good opportunity. I wanted to learn from Huang Po, so I watched intently.
Mrs. Huang took a small shelf with four legs, and now a layer of yellow paper was spread on the table. Then she placed the shelf on top of the yellow paper, and finally put the growth ring stone on the shelf. Then she took a small bottle
, the bottle cork was opened, and a bright red liquid flowed out, falling drop by drop on the growth ring stone.
I smelled a faint smell of blood and asked Po Huang what it was.
"Fox blood."
Foxes may be the most spiritual among all animals. Of course, humans are smarter than foxes. I remember an old saying that humans are the soul of all things, but humans’ thinking is too complex and they have many desires. Use Huang Po
In other words, human blood is not suitable for rituals sometimes because it is too dirty. Using fox blood is not the best, but blood is just a medium in such rituals, not a vital thing.
"People in the village caught an old fox with a lame leg." Huang Po slowly dripped blood on the growth ring stone and said to me: "I bought it from them. It was a very old fox with all the hair on its head.
When it turned white, I took some blood and let it go."
As I spoke, I saw that the hard growth ring stone suddenly turned into a sponge, absorbing all the fox blood dripping on it. Circles of faint growth ring-like lines seemed to emerge on the stone.
Very light blood red, so that the growth ring lines on the stone will be more obvious.
After doing this, Mrs. Huang asked me to sit and wait. I asked her what she was doing. She said that the thing was in the stone. It was an intangible existence without entity. She could not take it out intact.
We can only use blood as a medium to bring some relevant information out for analysis. I was a little discouraged when I heard it. It turns out that Huang Po is not sure of being able to read the information in the stone, but this is better than getting nothing at all.
powerful.
After about ten minutes or so, the growth ring stone placed on the shelf was like a seeping eaves, and the fox blood that had been sucked in re-infiltrated from the bottom of the stone drop by drop, and then dripped onto the yellow paper on the table.
But the blood droplets on the yellow paper were very strange, just like the dewdrops on the lotus leaf, rolling around but not scattered. All the blood dripped down, there were probably dozens of drops, Huang Po said
Zi took off the shelf and pressed both sides of the yellow paper with both hands. Suddenly, those blood beads jumped back and forth on the paper, like dozens of small red marbles.
The dense blood droplets danced for a while, then cracked open, and the yellow paper was dyed into pieces. Each drop of blood had an irregular shape when it split apart. After all the blood droplets exploded, the yellow paper was stained.
It's like someone drew an abstract painting. In the eyes of ordinary people, this kind of thing is just scarlet and nothing can be seen. But Huang Po held it as if she was browsing the information carefully. I was very curious, but no
Dare I ask what these blood stains mean?
Huang Po looked at it very carefully. It might be very difficult to decipher these blood stains. She kept frowning. After looking at it for at least half an hour, Huang Po put down the paper in her hand and said to me: "This is not the consciousness information you are talking about.
This is one person’s memory.”
"A person's memory?"
"It may be a memory, or it may be a lifetime memory." Huang Po said, "I can only see so much."
I also followed Huang Po and frowned. If the information carried in this stone was a person's lifetime memory, then the amount of information would be huge. Moreover, the cold-faced man's motives suddenly changed to a point that I could not understand.
The next bit of important information and leaving a memory are two completely different concepts.
What does the cold-faced man mean by doing this? Since he left this stone, it means that someone will definitely pick it up after a certain period of time. If he wants to tell the other party something important, there is no need to leave such a complete memory.
This is superfluous.
But would the cold-faced man do that kind of useless thing? Since he did it, there is a reason for doing it. Who is he going to leave his memory to? In my mind, before he died, the cold-faced man said with
He looked at me and Zhao Yingjun with contempt and said that everything he knew was in his head and we couldn't take it away.
Thinking about it this way, the accomplices of the cold-faced man have undoubtedly become very important. After the cold-faced man died, and even his body could not be seen, his line was completely cut off, and the only remaining insiders might be his accomplices.
My heart immediately flew to Hanjiaji. There must be no mistakes in the ambush of the cold-faced man's accomplices.
Time was very tight, and Mrs. Huang couldn't see anything else, so I just wanted to say goodbye. As soon as I stood up, she shook her head at me and said, "Don't be anxious yet."
"Grandma Huang? What else can you do?"
"Do you believe in divination?"
"This...I can't tell." I really don't know how to say it. If I go back a year and a half, I would have scorned things like fortune telling and only listened to it as a joke. But after experiencing some things,
I don't dare to be so crazy. There are many things in this world that I can't understand and don't know.
"I'll give you a divination."
Huang Po didn't care if I wanted it or not, so she took my left hand. She didn't ask about my birth date or read palms like other fortune tellers, so she held my hand and closed her eyes silently.
It wasn't until my head started to sweat that Mrs. Huang opened her eyes and said to me: "You are destined to be bumpy. You are in trouble now, but don't be nervous. There will be noble people to help you."
When I said this, I remembered the pair of black eyes on my back. What the old blind man in Cangzhou said at that time was absolutely right. The pattern of those eyes did appear on my back. This was no longer an ordeal, but a life-threatening talisman.
"It's better not to come to my place. So if I have something to say, I'll just say it." Huang Po didn't let go of my hand, and continued: "Your life is actually not good. When something happens to you,
There will be blessings, but when there are blessings, there will also be disasters. Help from noble people is just a matter of trivial matters. What will happen to you in the future still depends on yourself."
"I have learned a lesson." I was confused by what Mrs. Huang said, but when I thought about it carefully, it seemed that it was true.
"This hand of yours." Huang Po took my left hand, looked at me with her cold eyes, and said slowly: "It is destined to kill a woman who is very close to you."
"Who!?" I was suddenly shocked. Her words seemed to hit the part of my heart that I least wanted to think of. I almost didn't think about it before I thought of Chen Yu. I can't forget what "Fake Chen Yu" once said to me.
If anything, even if she is fake, she is almost indistinguishable from the real Chen Yu.
Would I kill Chen Yu? I thought it was impossible for me to do that. But Huang Po’s words were like a magic spell, tightening my heart. When I heard her words, I even thought
, even if I die, it is impossible to kill Chen Yu.
It is impossible for me to forget what the fake Chen Yu said to me in tears before he died.
At this moment, I truly realized that I was really a common man, and I couldn't let go of that word of love. If this kind of thing happened to Zhao Yingjun, he would not understand why I thought so, and he would definitely ask me, for a woman,
Is it worth it?
Whether it's worth it or not, I don't know, and I can't tell clearly, but for someone like me, if a woman lives in my heart, I can't drive her shadow away even if I try hard.
"Grandma Huang, is there any way to break this?" I calmed down. In fact, when I asked her this question, it already showed that I believed what she said.
"Yes." Huang Po let go of my hand, blew out the candle, and said, "If you die, everything will be broken."
Then, she handed me the blood-stained yellow paper and said that if she could meet someone more powerful than her in the future, she might be able to read more things.
I slowly walked out of the house, walked out of the yard, and sat under the big tree outside the door. Jin Pingmei and Zhao Yingjun were already a little impatient with the wait, so they came over to ask me the results. I became more awake. These things are all for the future. I will take care of them.
It’s not that far away. Only by doing everything right now can we talk about the future. Otherwise, if I die in three years, it will really be over.
I repeated everything Huang Po said except for the part where she gave me fortune-telling, and added my own analysis. This time there was really nothing I could do. Zhao Yingjun was obviously unwilling to give in. After thinking for a long time, he said to Jin Ping Mei:
"If that doesn't work, call Lao Duoji here?"
"You try to contact him. It's an urgent matter now. We can't go to the Tibetan area. If it's convenient for him, we can only let him make a trip." Jin Pingmei looked to the southwest and sighed deeply.
: "To be honest, I really want to see what kind of person he is."
"Then give it a try. This old man is used to being wild. I don't know where he is in the Tibetan area now."
The three of us all realized the importance of the cold-faced man's accomplice, so we didn't go there after leaving Tongbai and headed straight for Hanjiaji.
At that time, I thought, no matter what, I must catch this person.