Half asleep and half awake, Huang Yin slowly took off the light yellow hat covering her face, squinted her eyes, and looked at the driver doubtfully.
This is a highway leading to the capital of Shu. According to the schedule, the next step is to go there for fun, so Huang Yin simply hired a car to drive the long distance.
It's just that I was probably running around these days, and I was a little tired after all. I took a nap in the car for a while, but I was surprised to find that the car stopped on the highway.
"It seems there's a traffic jam." The driver turned back helplessly and explained.
Traffic jam? On the highway? Huang Yin raised her two eyebrows exposed above her sunglasses.
"Yes, maybe there was an accident earlier."
Huang Yin suddenly felt a little unhappy after hearing this, but she didn't say anything and smiled: "I'm just tired from sitting, so I got out of the car to get some fresh air."
With that said, she simply opened the car door, and the moist mist that greeted her came with the wind, which made her feel much more energetic.
I don't know when fog started to appear in this area. Although it was not extremely dense, it had already affected the sight.
Holding the car door, Huang Yin looked to the left and right, and found that the highway was already crowded with vehicles, like a long queue, extending into the depths of the clouds and mist.
It seems that there will be no way to pass for a while.
Thinking of this, Huang Yin sighed softly.
I picked up my phone and took a look. It was already afternoon. If I were in the north, it would have started to snow wherever there would be fog at this time. However, in the south, the climate was somewhat different after all.
"Clock in, day 135 of travel. Well, unfortunately, we were blocked on the highway. I don't know when it will open to traffic. Where..." Huang Yin looked up and looked at the nearby area. Huang Yin looked at the raised mobile phone camera and added, "I don't know.
."
After saying this, she took back her phone without doing any processing. She didn't add any noisy BGM or special effects. She just uploaded it to the short video platform as it was, and then set the permissions to "private" so that only she could
After seeing it, I clicked send. When I saw that another check-in video was added, the resigned deputy chief suddenly felt much better.
"It's been 135 days..."
Thinking of this number, she suddenly felt a little emotional. She handed over her authority and assigned tasks to those subordinates who were already skilled in the business. After that, she began to ask for leave more frequently, and then finally found a suitable opportunity to completely put aside the special affairs...
…This is what she has been doing gradually over the past year.
Why? Probably because she is getting tired of those administrative affairs, or because she has lost her "projection", and the slowly standardized practice world is becoming more and more boring...or...she has never been interested in things like power.
.
When the Special Division was first established, the world was in turmoil, and the country was seriously short of manpower, so I was not able to hold this position. Now that everything is in order, it is naturally time to leave.
Well, there is a strange and refreshing feeling of "getting rid of your clothes when you are done, hiding your merits and fame".
It was not without selfish motives. For example, as she was busy with the secular world for many years, her spiritual practice gradually fell behind and she could not make any progress. She still remembered that four years ago, she teased Yang Congxian for falling behind in his spiritual practice, and then it was finally her turn.
There is no other way. There are so many bad things happening every day, how can I still have that state of mind?
Of course, if these thoughts in her heart were publicly stated, many practitioners would probably be speechless. After all, even after so many delays, she has still reached the peak of the sixth level in the past few years, reaching a level that most practitioners look up to.
, what else is there to be dissatisfied with?
"But... it's more interesting to practice..." Huang Yin leaned against the car, feeling the cold wind pouring into her body, and couldn't help but think.
All in all, I successfully gained professional freedom.
But……
"I've been traveling for three or four months and visited so many scenic spots. Why can't I find a clue to a breakthrough and promotion?" Thinking of this, Huang Yin couldn't help but have the urge to arrest someone and question him.
Travel breakthroughs are totally useless!!!!
only……
That person could not be found after all.
My mood suddenly became low again. My mood was like this, sometimes high and sometimes low, sometimes sunny and sometimes rainy.
Shaking her head vigorously to throw away those worries, Huang Yin turned her gaze to the fields beside the highway, trying to divert her attention. However, after a casual look, she suddenly let out a light sigh.
I saw, on the side of the highway, a green mountain suddenly broke into my sight.
The mountain peak stands among the peaks, not outstanding, green as ink, and the color seems to be dripping down. At this moment, the mountains are surrounded by clouds and mist, shrouding them, showing a quiet beauty.
What really attracted her attention was the obviously richer aura environment on the mountain peak compared to the surroundings.
Similar situations are not very rare. Spiritual energy will always gather somewhere from time to time, and maybe it will dissipate again after a while.
However, perhaps because the mountain peak suited her aesthetics very well, or perhaps it was just out of character to sit and wait, Huang Yin suddenly felt the urge to explore it.
Immediately, she reached out and knocked on the car window, pointed at the green mountain in the driver's puzzled eyes, and asked, "What is this mountain called?"
The driver was stunned for a moment, first shook his head, and then lowered his head to check the navigation: "I don't know, it's probably just an unnamed hilltop."
"I'll go take a look. If I don't come back before it opens to traffic, then you can leave by yourself." Huang Yin said calmly.
"this……"
The driver suddenly became entangled. It was not a matter of money. The fare had already been paid, but it was not safe to throw a "beautiful woman" down on the highway...
However, the next second, he could only let out an exclamation, and saw the unknown girl dressed as a traveler squat down slightly, then jumped, and the figure turned into a phantom and disappeared under the highway guardrail!
…
…
Jumping off the highway and crossing the wilderness, Huang Yin stopped running and was already standing at the foot of the green mountain.
Using some mental detection tricks, she accurately found the path up the mountain.
There are two roads, one is broad and winding, probably for vehicles, and the other is rugged and quiet, naturally for pedestrians.
There is no doubt that she chose the latter.
…
Qingshan is extremely quiet and far away from the world. There are not many traces of development, so it still retains its beauty.
The clouds and mist were lingering, and the humidity was heavy. As she walked, her clothes and hair got wet. Huang Yin blinked, and her skin heated up rapidly, drying her clothes.
The sound of birdsong and running water in the mountains could be heard in my ears, and my originally impetuous heart suddenly calmed down.
When walking to the mountainside, Huang Yin suddenly saw a small but beautiful Taoist temple.
The Taoist temple is small in scale, with yellow walls and red tiles, and is surrounded by green pines, giving it a rather ancient feel.
With a thought in her mind, Huang Yin went there happily. She didn't know whether it was due to the time, but she didn't see any pilgrims at the entrance of the Taoist temple. It seemed quite deserted, but she could see that someone was protecting it.
After passing through the entrance gate, you are faced with a huge stone tripod. There is a faint smell of incense candles in the air, which is not unpleasant.
The small courtyard is paved with green bricks, and several ancient pines stand in the pavilion. In front of the second main hall, there are two stone beasts lying on the left and right, carrying black stone tablets on their backs. They have the inscriptions given by the emperors of the Tang and Song dynasties respectively. As for whether they are true or false.
I'm not sure, it always seems fine.
"Welcome from afar." While watching, a refreshing voice suddenly came to my ears.
Huang Yin turned around and saw a young man wearing a Taoist priest's robe, holding a broom and walking slowly over.
"Is it open?" Huang Yin asked casually, feeling much better. For some reason, although this little Taoist priest looked unfamiliar, his aura made her feel very comfortable. There was a... strange sense of closeness, like...
Familiar friends.
"Of course." The young Taoist priest said with a smile, showing his white teeth, "Do you want to burn incense?"
"Okay," Huang Yin nodded, then smiled, "There aren't many people here today."
To be precise, there were only two of them in the courtyard.
The young Taoist priest explained sheepishly: "There are not many people like us. After all, it is not a scenic spot, nor is it a famous mountain or river."
"Are you the only one on staff?"
The young Taoist priest nodded and explained: "The masters in the temple have gone to play mahjong."
"..." Huang Yin was silent. She didn't know how to answer the question for a while. She hesitated for a moment before asking, "Sichuan Ma."
The young Taoist priest smiled brightly: "Tencent Mahjong!"
Huang Yin was speechless again, stretched out her hand to hold her forehead, and then said, "Then let me burn some incense."
"Okay, come with me."
…
Putting down the brooms, the two of them walked around the cauldron, slowly passed through the extremely clean courtyard sprinkled with water, and entered the main hall.
As a practitioner, there is a general lack of respect for the so-called gods and Buddhas. After entering this temple, there is a strange solemnity after all. However, when she saw the things enshrined in the shrine, Huang Yin couldn't help but raise her eyebrows: "You worshipers...
…Not a statue of a god?”
What I saw in the shrine was not the common Taoist gods, but a word, a huge "I".
"My master said that pilgrims these days don't know many gods. It's too vulgar to worship a god of wealth. It's better to pray for yourself than to ask for others, so it's better to just worship yourself." The young Taoist priest smiled and said, "That's what I'm referring to.
Pilgrims themselves.”
It is better to ask for help than to ask for help from yourself...
Huang Yin chewed on this proverb and smiled at the corner of her mouth: "It's interesting, so I'll give you a stick of incense."
"Okay."
"How much?"
"Ten yuan." The young Taoist priest said casually, not caring much.
After paying the money, lighting incense, and standing in front of the shrine, Huang Yin closed her eyes and bowed slightly solemnly. After doing all this, the Taoist priest next to her asked again: "Do you want to just sign?"
The trick... the incense is so cheap, probably because I want to make money from the lottery.
Huang Yin thought about it and said nonchalantly: "Okay."
So, I had another lotus tube in my hand.
"How to smoke?" Huang Yin asked.
"If you have something in mind that you want to ask for, just shake it and smoke one."
"So simple?" Huang Yin was surprised. She had never worshiped a god before.
"Simplify the ceremony... Everyone is very busy now... You have to scan the QR code to beg on the street. Well, if you really feel that it is not ceremonial enough, you can shake it three times to the left and three times to the right, and then shout in your heart to open...
..." the young Taoist priest said hesitantly.
Isn’t this the plot of Journey to the West? Don’t bully me for not watching the TV series!!
Huang Yin roared in her heart, shook it helplessly, and at the same time thought about what she wanted to ask for, and then took out one.
"Just give it to me and I'll explain it to you," said the young Taoist priest.
"Are you... okay?" Huang Yin asked doubtfully. Although she had never worshiped a god, she knew that it would be more reliable to find an old Taoist priest for this matter.
"There is no one else but me."
"Oh...right." Huang Yin wanted to cover her face, forgetting that the masters were playing mahjong.
Looking down at the signature, the young Taoist priest nodded and said, "Sign it, well... it probably means that everything goes well and all your wishes come true."
"Finished?"
"ah."
"It's too simple for you!" Huang Yin was furious and suddenly felt that this little Taoist priest was so disgusting.
This is Chiguoguo’s money scam!!!
If you want to make money, you should be serious about it, don’t be so perfunctory, okay?
Don’t you even act for a moment?
"It's as complicated as you want, let me think about it..." The young Taoist priest lowered his head and pondered, pretending to think.
"Okay, that's it." Huang Yin sighed and interrupted him, "How much does it cost to cancel the signature?"
"Ten dollars."
Huang Yin was slightly startled and glanced at him. She probably didn't expect the price to be so low. Well, she just calculated it carefully.
"Signed up, it probably means everything goes well and all your wishes come true." This sentence has 16 words in total and costs ten yuan, which is 625 yuan for one thousand words.
Six hundred words per thousand... Sixty cents per word, oh my god, this is at least a "great" writer at the beginning!!
black!
So dark!!
Huang Yin's face sank, she hugged her small purse, and then reluctantly paid the money. After paying the money, she suddenly said doubtfully:
"Is it really a good lottery?" She felt that with her recent luck, it would be difficult to get such a good lottery.
"Of course," the young Taoist priest nodded firmly, and then added, "The whole lot is filled with top numbers, so no matter how you draw, the result will be the same."
When Huang Yin heard this, her beautiful eyes suddenly widened, and her expression was so wide that her sunglasses almost flew off.
"That's okay?!"
First shocked, then confused, Huang Yin couldn't help but ask: "Why is it arranged like this?"
The young Taoist priest explained slowly: "As for asking for fortune, whether it's for marriage or career, everyone wants to hope for good results, but it's just too ridiculous to place your trust in the gods.
In the final analysis, whether you can succeed or not depends on yourself, and if you want to do things well, having a good mood is obviously of positive significance.
When pilgrims are in a good mood and have motivation to do things, the probability of things getting better will naturally increase. On the contrary, if they draw a bad lottery and ruin their mood, in such a state, even the things that could have been done well will not work.
It may be influenced and lead to bad results...
From this point of view, asking for a signature is not useless, it just needs a psychological hint. You are here to spend money, so isn’t it appropriate to say a few nice words and give a positive psychological hint?"
Probably because these words were said too seriously, and even sounded a little bit reasonable, Huang Yin didn't know how to answer the words. After a while, she smiled bitterly and said:
"But now that you've told me the truth, what's the point of hinting in your mind?"
The young Taoist priest spread his hands helplessly:
"Who asked you to ask me? If you ask me, of course I can't lie to you. Just like I won't interpret a bad lottery as a good lottery. That's a lie. I will only fill the lottery tube with the best.
Sign... This is a matter of basic honesty as a human being..."
Seeing Huang Yin's face darken again, the young Taoist priest wisely shut up, then thought about it, brought a teacup from one side, and said with a smile:
"Okay, it's my fault. I'll give you a cup of tea. This is called Enlightenment Tea. Drinking it will help you achieve enlightenment and solve the mysteries in your heart."
"That's more or less..." Huang Yin pouted. After climbing the mountain for so long, she was indeed a little thirsty. It would be dangerous for an ordinary girl to eat and drink food given by strangers outside, but Huang Yin, as a sixth-grade peak person,
, the great monk who is just one step away from advancing to a high level naturally does not need to care about this.
She reached out to take the celadon tea cup and drank a cup of clear "Enlightenment Tea" with rough movements. I wonder if it was an illusion. At this moment, Huang Yin felt that her whole body felt much better.
Opposite her, Cheng Lin, dressed as a Taoist priest, had a successful smile on his face.
"Thank you."
Wiping the corner of her mouth and handing over the tea cup, Huang Yin's interest waned and she didn't want to stay any longer. She figured she would have to go back to the highway to take a look, so she turned around and said goodbye to the young Taoist priest, walked out of the Taoist temple and walked down the mountain.
Going up the mountain is slow, and going down the mountain is naturally faster.
In just ten minutes, she had already walked halfway down the road. At this time, Huang Yin suddenly had the illusion of being refreshed, as if she had awakened from a dream.
The next moment, an indescribable force burst out from her body, and the bottleneck that had troubled her for a long time was quietly broken.
The clouds and mist in the mountains boiled, turned into whirlpools, and rolled towards the yellow leaves. The mountains were silent, and an unspeakable power rose into the sky!
This scene attracted countless people on the highway to pick up their mobile phones and rush to take pictures, thinking it was a spectacle!
At this moment, Huang Yin officially entered the seventh level realm!
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ps1: Thank you to the book friend Huang Heng for the 10,000 reward! And more people continue to give rewards one after another. It has been 20 days since I finished the book, and there are still rewards. I am so happy.
ps2: Last night, I said on the official account that I would write a side story to relax, but I got stuck. Fortunately, I wrote it today, and I didn’t break my promise. I wrote it very happily, and I was equally happy.
ps3: The manuscript of the new book was submitted to the editor. While I was anxiously waiting for the result, I was a little uneasy about the beginning of the new book, but I couldn't find a better way to write it for a while.
Then think about new books (I think this mentality is not bad, although I am less confident, but at least I am sober enough...)