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It was dark with wind and snow outside, and it was even darker inside the cave.
"Thanks for your hard work."
Song You unloaded his luggage from its back, and took out a small cloth pad from it. He touched it and found that the pad was also very cold, so he stretched out his hand and rubbed it vigorously until it felt a little warm, then he put it away.
Place it in front of the calico cat: "The ground is cold. Miss Sanhua, please come on the cloth mat."
The cat looked up at him blankly, lowered his head again, thought for a moment, looked dull, and finally got up, took two steps forward, and lay down on the blanket.
Then he continued to turn to look at him.
"..."
Seeing her like this, the Taoist just smiled and continued busy.
The felt blankets were taken out one by one and spread on the ground.
Yanzi would not dare to stay on the same small cloth mat as Sanhua Empress, but he could huddle up in wool felt and woolen blankets to avoid the cold to some extent.
Knowing that there was no firewood on the mountain, the horse carried a bundle of firewood when it went up the mountain. Knowing that it was not easy to use magic on the mountain, Song You had made preparations long before coming, including tinder and fire starters.
"Snapped……"
There was the sound of flint in the cave.
Interestingly, this is the first time Song You has used this thing in so many years.
I didn’t even see him a few times before going down the mountain.
I'm not very skilled, but I got it right.
A spark ignited the tinder, and a scarlet light spot appeared in the dim cave. The Taoist held it and put it into fine wood chips that would burn better. He blew it carefully and finally a flame arose.
The cat looked at it carefully and looked serious, but still did not speak or express anything.
It seems like it has turned back into an ordinary cat.
"call……"
A bonfire finally rose in the cave, illuminating the scene inside the cave.
The first thing the Taoist saw was the traces of the same fire on the ground. There were more than one pile, and I don’t know how many piles there were. They had been overlapped over the years. There were also patterns and words carved on the walls, as well as the signs of climbing in the corner.
Something people left behind.
The cave is very irregular, with winding halls and uneven walls. Most of the firelight is blocked, so it is difficult and weak to reach the deepest part.
But you can also vaguely see——
There are bones inside the cave.
"sand……"
The Taoist reached out and grabbed a corner of the blanket under the cat, dragging it closer to the fire, making a slight sound as it rubbed against the ground.
During this process, the cat actually just stretched out its paws slightly to support the blanket, maintaining its body balance. At the same time, it stared down at his hand holding its own blanket, and then let him drag it forward, its body and head following.
Pulled and stopped with a slight shake and no sound.
"Miss Sanhua, do you still remember who you are?"
"?"
The cat looked up at him and tilted his head.
"Then Miss Sanhua, do you still remember who I am?" Song You asked while adding firewood.
"Miss Sanhua is not stupid."
"very good……"
Song You withdrew his gaze.
The cat also stared blankly at the fire.
Under the light of the fire, the cave felt a little warmer, both visually and physically.
Although the wind and snow were howling outside, the entrance to the cave was not very big. Wherever the maroon horse stood, it was blocked a lot. Putting the quilt bag under the horse's feet, it blocked some of the wind. Even because of the wind and snow outside, in contrast,
On the contrary, there is an extraordinarily peaceful and warm feeling in the cave, which is very comforting.
The cat and the blanket beneath him also quickly warmed up.
The Taoist took out a piece of naan and placed it next to the fire. He also placed a water bag next to it. He also took out Sanhua Empress’s dried mice and fish from her girdle and placed them next to the fire, allowing them to be roasted slowly.
hot.
Usually these are made by Sanhua Empress.
Today I also take care of Empress Sanhua.
Then he reached out to the cave entrance and looked at the wind and snow outside. He saw that the world was still turbid, the sky was full of wind and snow, extraordinary lightning flashed in the thick clouds, and the sky was gradually darkening. It was expected that the sky behind the wind and snow was
It must have been getting closer to dusk and sunset, so I walked back again.
But he did not eat immediately, nor did he go to take care of the Sanhua Empress. Instead, by the light of the burning fire in the cave, he began to look at the pictures and words on the walls of the cave.
There are all kinds of graffiti, everything.
Some good paintings can use only charcoal or sharp stones and a few strokes to outline the mountains and the small and lonely travelers walking on the mountains, or the gods on the sacred mountains overlooking the earth.
There are also poor paintings, and you can't tell what they are painting. Maybe they just came here and wondered if they could climb this sacred mountain, and wanted to leave traces of their visit to future generations.
The writing is equally diverse.
Judging from the fonts alone, there are at least several different languages. Song You found Dayan's words in them. The fonts are also different, but most of them are words that he can't understand at all, which means that he came here.
There are far more people than Dayan people and people from the Western Regions, there are also climbers from further afield, and their time span is also very large.
Song You looked at it and couldn't help but be entranced.
He even went to the deepest part of the cave to check on the seniors who were sleeping here.
There are seven corpses in total, six men and one woman.
There are two people who are from Dayan in appearance and dress, but their clothes are also different. Even if they are both from Dayan, they should come from different dynasties, one in front of the other. I don’t know if the descendants met the predecessors here, and they also know that they will be the same.
What will it be like to die here?
The two people were almost next to each other.
I don’t know if the descendants knew that they were trapped by the snow, hunger and cold, and could not get out. Before they died, they took the initiative to crawl to sit next to their predecessors who seemed to be from Dayan, or if they died somewhere else, and there were others behind them.
People who came to stay at the entrance of the cave to shelter from the wind and snow came and moved it to the deepest place where it was not easy to see. When they saw other Dayan people, they put them together.
Either way, it's quite sad.
In addition, the five people's clothes and faces are all different.
I don’t know why they all came here.
Most of them just want to climb mountains, right?
It wasn't until the cat stood up with her heated rat in her mouth, left the warm blanket, walked towards him, and scratched his trousers with her paws, gesturing for him to eat, that he finally realized that he had already seen it here.
It took a while, so I lowered my head and looked at the cat.
The cat was holding the mouse in its mouth, and then raised its head to look at him. Its eyes were sincere, showing a familiar clear stupidity, and its claws were still holding his trousers.
The cat seems to have forgotten that he doesn't eat mice.
Maybe I just can't think about it anymore and I'm too lazy to think about it.
Song You had no choice but to politely reject her, then picked up his already heated naan from the fire, added a piece of firewood to the fire, took out another piece of wood from the fire, and continued to check while eating the naan.
It was already dark outside, but the wind and snow continued, and the thunder continued.
"Boom..."
Lightning flashed across the night sky, seemingly hitting the cave entrance.
The Taoist held the roasted naan in one hand and the firewood in the other. He put it close to the wall and read the words and pictures one by one, trying to communicate with his predecessors who did not know how many years ago.
The cat lay on the cloth blanket next to the fire, gnawing its own rat meat carefully. From time to time, it raised its head to glance at the Taoist, and from time to time, it glanced at the swallow next to it. It lowered its head and gave him the fallen rat meat residue.
"Rumble..."
There was another rolling thunder, one after another.
The thunder outside illuminated the cave entrance brightly.
Even the calico cat couldn't help being frightened. He stopped eating meat and turned his head to look outside.
The lightning is only for an instant.
Darkness has returned outside.
Only the sound of wind and snow is left.
But suddenly there were some strange sounds in the cave.
It was a human voice, a strange voice, an incomprehensible language, and a scalp-numbing high-pitched whimper, which sounded suddenly and strangely in the cave.
"..."
"Meow!?"
The calico cat became wary for a moment and almost had its hair explode.
Just now he turned his head suddenly to look outside, and now he turned his head back instantly and looked into the cave, especially at the corpses deep in the cave.
This sound is so terrible!
The Taoist held the torch and was also stunned for a moment.
He also looked deep into the cave for the first time.
"..."
The obscure voice continues to sound.
It's like a human whisper, but also like a human conversation.
However, the corpses were still lying deep in the cave in a position where the firelight could not reach them, without any movement. This vague and incomprehensible sound did not come from the deepest part of the cave.
It sounded from this cave.
In the walls of the cave.
Everywhere in the cave.
The sound echoed in the cave.
The murmurs, whispers, and conversations changed from one or two people's voices to three or four, to five or six. An unfamiliar language was added to another different but equally incomprehensible language, accompanied by
The wind whined like ghosts crying and wolves howling, and the thunder sounded like people beating drums.
There were exclamations and shouts throughout.
It seemed that the owner of the voice was also frightened, even more frightened than the fried calico cat.
The sounds are becoming more and more numerous and confusing.
There were often exclamations and shouts during this period.
Sometimes, after an exclamation or shouting, another sound is often added, blurry, accompanied by the whimpering of the wind and snow and the roar of thunder.
The Taoist held the torch and gradually became stunned.
Because he heard a language he could understand——
"what sound?"
"Who's speaking out?"
"Is there a ghost?"
"What monsters and monsters! Come out!"
This is probably what Empress Sanhua wanted to say at this time.
It was probably what those different voices and different languages were saying before.
"..."
The Taoist's brows widened and he finally understood.
"Rumble..."
There was still thunder.
What's clear is what's coming from outside.
The vague sound came from the cave.
The sounds are becoming more and more numerous and confusing.
Some people are surprised.
Someone is thinking.
Someone tried to have a conversation with these whispers.
Some people ignored them and continued talking with their peers.
Someone chanted a spell to invite God, trying to let the demons and monsters who caused all this know that he was not easy to mess with and was not timid.
Some people recited poems intoxicatedly.
I don’t know how many languages are mixed together, and I don’t know how many voices of people who have arrived here from all over the world have been left behind, but among the chaos, you can always hear a few words of understandable language.
"You and I are both landscape gentlemen. How often have we set our sights on a prince?"
“The universe is before our eyes, what if we don’t feel happy again?”
"Maybe future generations can hear my voice?"
"Look towards the blue sea and see the sky at dusk, see the blue sky and climb up to the white sun..."
"Walking to a waterless place, sit and watch the clouds rise!"
"When you come, you leave without a trace. When you go, you will be the same as when you came. Why bother asking about floating life? This floating life is just a dream."
"I'm afraid I'm going to die here..."
"I am Yin Chao and Chen Huaqing! I am a Taoist from Yin Yang Mountain in Yizhou. I came here to climb the mountain to see the distance. I will go up the mountain tomorrow. When people hear my voice later, what year will it be?"
"Ha ha ha ha……"
Song You couldn't help but open his mouth slightly and stood still, listening to the voice coming from the upper reaches of the long river of time.
These voices traveled through time and echoed in the present.
From ancient times to the present, there has been no shortage of climbers.
This sacred mountain and this cave have left behind the voices of everyone who came here during a thunderstorm, and they will be heard by future generations during the next thunderstorm, leaving traces of their having been here, and also these things.
The open-minded state of mind of climbers when they come here.
Song You's heart was complicated and unspeakable, and he was filled with emotions.
I was touched by the open-mindedness of the predecessors, and was surprised that I could hear words from as far away as thousands of years ago today. I was also struck by the greatness of the mountains but the insignificance of ordinary people, the long-lasting mountains and rivers, and the short life.
Who by the river sees the moon for the first time? When does the moon on the river shine on people for the first time?
Who among these seniors is still alive?
Life is endless from generation to generation, and the river and the moon look alike every year.
For this sacred mountain, everyone before, including myself at this time, is just a short and hasty passerby, right?
Did people in the past also have the same emotions as myself at this time?
The Taoist listened quietly without saying a word.
I can't help but wonder in my mind, if I leave my voice now, who will hear it how many years later?
The sacred mountain is really hospitable——
Use this rare autumn snowstorm and thunderstorm to bring him to know so many people who have been here before, and take him to listen to the sounds that travel through the years.
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