But it would definitely not be appropriate for me to jump right here. It would be no doubt that I would find a needle in a haystack by retreating to the foot of the mountain and searching again. The best and most efficient way is to find a nearby mountain wall that I can barely climb down.
After all, I grew up in a mountain village. Although the hills next to the village are not as steep as here, I have been climbing and rolling in the mountains since I was a child, playing and working, which can be regarded as a strong rock climbing skill. Now in a hurry,
Human life is at stake, and we don’t care about the danger.
However, because the mountains here are protruding and blocking the view below, it is definitely not a suitable place for climbing, so I climbed up the steps and looked around to see if there were any openings suitable for landing and climbing down.
After a while, I came to a relatively empty place in the middle of the mountain. There was a small ancient pavilion with flying eaves, covered with glazed gold tiles and red columns. It was very conspicuous and beautiful under the reflection of the blue clouds and sky.
There is a plaque on the pavilion that reads "Zhiqu Pavilion", and in front of the pavilion is a lotus pond with clear water and mist. The environment is quiet and beautiful, full of poetic Zen.
There don't seem to be many pedestrians resting here, so it seems very empty and quiet, even a little cold.
Different from the crowded scenic spots at the foot of the mountain, here there is only a middle-aged man dressed as a Taoist priest hiding in front of the lotus pond, looking at the surface of the pond intently, not knowing what he is studying.
I thought that the person dressed like this was probably a Taoist priest who lived here, and he should know the terrain here very well, so I stepped forward and was ready to ask questions.
"Taoist Priest, please ask here..." As soon as I finished speaking, I saw the other party suddenly turned back, with an anxious and nervous look on his face, and put his fingers in front of his mouth, making a gesture of silencing me.
Although I don’t know what his intention was, since it was so serious, I had to shut up and take a look. It turned out that in the pond in front of him, there was a pure and white flower that looked like a lotus but not a lotus. It was gradually opening. The whole process was very slow.
, the snow-white petals with a hint of crimson opened one after another, making people wonder if they were watching a slow-play video that had already been recorded.
This flower seemed to have at least three layers of flower clusters. Finally, all the thirty-six petals on the outermost layer were opened, but then two layers of buds were revealed. From the color point of view, from light to dark, they were crimson and vermilion.
red.
On a normal day, I would have been happy to sit down patiently and watch what was new, but now that Fatty's situation was in critical condition, I really didn't have the leisure to appreciate such magical flowers and herbs in an elegant way, so I turned around and prepared to leave to explore on my own.
Unexpectedly, the Taoist priest seemed to have eyes behind his back. He pinched my wrist, firmly restrained my movements, and uttered a few simple words: "Don't leave, keep watching."
I was shocked and thought he was going to do something bad to me, but other than holding my hand, he didn't make any further aggressive move. He still looked at the three-flowered flower slowly blooming in the pond with fascination.
The flower of color seemed to be the only thing in the world that could catch his eye.
I concentrated on sensing the aura of the other party. Not only did it not smell of evil and blood, but it also revealed a Taoist aura that was mysterious and clear, faintly coming out of the dust. It seemed that he was not an ordinary little Taoist priest, but someone who really had some level of skills.
The master.
I suddenly remembered that Fatty once said that his uncle Zihe lived near Songhe Temple in Dongshan. Could this be him?
Anyway, my hand was tightly clamped by him, and I couldn't break free for a while. Since this is an expert, there is probably an unspeakable reason for his actions, so I had to be patient and wait for this flower.
Opening completed.
Once you observe carefully and calmly, you will find that the process of the flower blooming is indeed fascinating. The delicate buds and the rows of petals unfolding are vaguely like a hypnotic magic, which firmly grasps people's mind and thoughts.
Holding it, the passage of time becomes slower and slower, and all other sights and sounds in the world are eclipsed. Even the "pop" sound of the slightly opened petals can be captured by the ears.
Finally, the second layer of mainly crimson petals also opened, leaving only the innermost crimson-like bud. However, this time the progress seemed to be slower. It took a while to open the first and second petals, and then
It stopped abruptly and never continued to bloom, as if time had been forcibly locked at this moment, abruptly stopping its life course as a flower.
I suddenly felt a burst of disappointment in my heart, as if my long-awaited and long-cherished wish suddenly came to nothing, forcibly interrupting my usual expectation, and I felt strong dissatisfaction and loss from the bottom of my heart.
After a while, I came back to my senses and remembered that I was just dragged here by this Taoist priest to watch the flowers bloom. I obviously had more important things to do, so I quickly took my arm away from his hand, and he happened to be there too.
At this moment he let go of his hand.
When I was about to leave, I suddenly heard someone mumbling something behind me. Although the voice was silent, every word was pronounced very clearly and was engraved in my mind.
"Alas, it's a pity that even though he is a proud man of heaven, the time is approaching when he has no choice but to return to his original state, but he is blocked by karma and causes and conditions, and is blocked in the middle. He cannot open, fall, or be destroyed or reborn. How can he be pitiful?"
I turned around subconsciously and found that it was the Taoist priest, staring at me intently, speaking sentences that were like divination judgments, as if he was inferring my fate.
"Crazy." I cursed secretly in my heart, thinking that I let such a magician waste my time, but at the same time, I felt a little uneasy in my gut. I always felt that he didn't seem to be faking it, even though I couldn't understand it.
What exactly do these judgments refer to, but I feel a little uncomfortable in my heart, as if my future has really been seen through by him.
At this time, I remembered that I had indeed seen a secret method of divination called Huajian Gua in the ancient book handed down to me by Liu Yishou. By calculating the opening of the flower buds, the number of petals, the texture and the color arrangement of the divination person, it was calculated.
Various details can predict a person's fate and good or bad luck.
It's just that this method is also called arty in ancient books. It's more elegant than accurate. It's mostly just a playful move. It's not as mysterious and mysterious as drawing talismans and divination. It's even more complicated than touching bones.
Be more straightforward and accurate.
Therefore, I just brushed it off at the time and had no intention of learning this divination method, nor did I expect that some people were actually practicing it.