It was already noon when we arrived at the foot of the mountain.
Unlike the bustling scene I imagined with constant flow of people and bustling incense, this desolate hilltop was overgrown with weeds and densely covered with thorns.
The road leading to the top of the mountain is a winding path, hidden in the dense foliage, with no end visible at a glance.
Pei Chuan stood on the rock at the foot of the mountain and looked at the top of the mountain. He said with a long look: "This old guy Fan Yang is really good at hiding. He is hiding in a ruined and simple ancient temple, chanting sutras and chanting Buddha."
"Look at this mountain road and this environment. How many pilgrims can come here in a year?"
"No wonder it has been widely rumored that he has been dead for many years. Who would have thought that he would do this."
Ji Qinghe drank mineral water and responded: "The big hermit hides in the city, the small hermit hides in the wild. The title of the first fortune teller is not for nothing, he has his own methods."
Pei Chuan jumped off the rock and said: "I'm really curious about how the master master discovered Fan Yang's hiding place. It stands to reason that for a master like him, his destiny has long been forcibly concealed. The master master Bo Jue
It is impossible to use this as a guide to deduce where he lives."
"When you return to Kunlun Mountain, you can ask my father in person why you are thinking so much now." Ji Qinghe threw the finished mineral water bottle into the grass and asked Lingxi: "Sister, can you go up the mountain?"
"Well, there's no rush." Lingxi said with clear eyes: "We can find Luohan Temple. With Fan Yang's ability, we will naturally notice in advance that someone is looking for him."
"He doesn't want to be disturbed, let alone expose the traces he has hidden for many years in front of outsiders."
"In this case, if we go up the mountain now, we will probably come back empty-handed."
Lingxi smiled strangely and said: "Come here, ask for directions by throwing stones, and give you two a chance to ask for advice from him."
Pei Chuan and Ji Qinghe looked at each other in confusion and said blankly: "How can I ask for advice from him when I haven't seen anyone?"
Lingxi found a clean rock to sit down on, and pointed out: "Fan Yang is hiding from us, so you all need to use your magic to find him."
"This matter started because of Suning, you can start from him."
"Whether it's face reading, fortune telling, or blood divination."
"Whether it succeeds or fails, there must be an outcome, right?"
Ji Qinghe suddenly became enlightened, his eyes fell on me and he said: "I'll come first, Suning, and say the first word in your mind. I will use the split-word fortune-telling method to deduce Fan Yang's whereabouts."
Pei Chuan followed closely and said, "Then I'll ask for divination using essence and blood."
With that said, Pei Chuan took out three ancient copper coins from his pocket and said, "I'll use some blood from my index finger."
Without waiting for my consent, this guy grabbed my right hand arrogantly, "transformed" a silver needle out of nowhere, drew blood at a very fast speed, and left, hiding aside to ask questions.
"Damn it, I would have died if I had been gentler." I put my index finger into my mouth, filled with grief and anger.
Ji Qinghe urged: "Quickly, tell me the first word that comes to your mind."
I bit my index finger, looked at the temple on the top of the mountain, and blurted out: "Temple."
"Temple?" Ji Qinghe was slightly dumbfounded.
"Yeah, a temple of a temple." I confirmed.
Ji Qinghe stopped talking. She squatted down, picked up a dead branch on the ground and smeared it on it: "Temple, the five elements belong to water."
"The prefix Guang, eight strokes."
"It can be detached with two words."
"The work is vast and boundless, and it contains reasons and things."
"Guangzi seals the road to the upper left, the door to death, and only the lower right is left to go."
"Going down. Going down the mountain means going back the way you came. It's not advisable."
"As for the right side..." Ji Qinghe turned to look around and found that there was a horizontal river on the right side of Wanbai Mountain. He suddenly said in confusion: "If a river denies life, it is still the door to death."
I leaned over and watched: "According to what you mean by splitting, we can only go back the way we came?"
