When I asked this man about the road conditions in the afternoon, he was vague and did not give details. In fact, I thought he was not familiar with the road conditions. It was only now that I realized that this guy was not unfamiliar with the road conditions, but he had no intention of entering the mountain.
Tell me the way.
But the situation is different now. When I'm under the roof, he has to bow to me. Besides, it's just a sketch, so it's not that difficult.
So the man readily agreed, took out a piece of oil paper from his body, scratched the back of his head, and said that there was nothing wrong with drawing, but he didn't have a pen. How could he draw? I smiled and took out a Swiss Army Knife from my pocket.
Pass it into his hand.
The man looked at me, gritted his teeth, and made a cut on his finger. Then he endured the pain, squeezed out a little blood, and drew many zigzag routes on the oil paper. As he drew, he told me
He explained which places he could go to and which places he couldn't go. There were also many side roads that even he himself had never been to, and he marked them on the drawings.
Needless to say, this man’s drawing skills are quite good. The route into the mountain is so complicated, but I drew it clearly for him. I took the drawing he drew and said, you won’t lie to me, right?
He was so frightened that he waved his hands and stammered: How dare I lie to you? I also said that your drawing skills are really good, have you learned it before? He smiled bitterly and nodded and said that he had learned it. If the little guy hadn't been poor and couldn't pay the tuition, he would have done it.
Where can I be reduced to a small peddler selling goods now?
In the past few years, his family has been in difficulty, thanks to the help provided by the Taoist priests on Qingcheng Mountain. Therefore, with a grateful heart to them, I contacted the young Taoist Ding Peng and told him that I was inquiring about how to enter the mountain.
Who would have expected that it would lead to such a disaster.
He spoke sincerely and treated me with great respect. He bowed his hands and bowed to me. He said, "Hero, you have great abilities. Don't be as knowledgeable as a little person like me. I don't know anything. I'm just a man who lives in Qingcheng Mountain."
I'm a pawn and hawker at my feet. What happened before was all a misunderstanding. I hope you can bear with me.
Seeing his cautious look, I couldn't help laughing and asked, "What, in your eyes, am I a bad person?" He quickly shook his head, said he didn't dare, and asked me when he could let me go.
I thought about it and waved him over. The man was confused, but because of his fear of me, he still did it.
Then, I cut my middle finger with my nail, stained it with blood, and tapped it on his forehead. Then I pretended, spent some time drawing talismans, and recited a spell that I didn't even know the meaning of several times, and then I scared him with a sullen face.
,
"You can't tell anyone about what happened tonight. I have just given you the Ziwu Heartbreaking Curse. If you dare to violate your oath, the curse will be activated immediately. At that time, Daluo Jinxian will come to the world to save you."
I can’t help you!”
The man panicked, threw himself on the ground, and begged for mercy again, promising that he would not say anything. I nodded happily and said, OK, you go, as long as you don't talk about this matter to anyone, this spell will never happen for the rest of your life.
attack.
He believed it, nodded and stood up, thanked me profusely, and ran out. He stumbled on the threshold before getting up, and ran away without even bothering to rub his buttocks.
This person must be in awe to keep secrets for others. In fact, I don't even know what I just painted. Even if he really reveals something to others, he is unlikely to get into any trouble.
After sitting quietly in the Chenghuang Temple for half an hour, I memorized the pictures and texts on the oil paper, folded them, put them in my pocket, got up, and returned to the hotel where I stayed.
Nothing else happened that night. I slept until dawn. When I got up, I saw my cell phone on the bedside table and it almost exploded.
All the missed numbers came from Uncle Tian. Apparently, he found me sneaking away and probably guessed what I wanted to do, so he called me to stop me from messing around.
If it were before, I would definitely be obedient and go back according to his instructions, but after experiencing so many disputes in the world, I have grown up and have my own opinions, so I did not call back the number, but chose to turn off the phone and put the card on the phone.
Dismantled it and stored it properly.
I have made up my mind that no matter how difficult it is, I will meet Chen Xuanyi in person and understand the truth of the whole matter.
Immediately, I changed into clean clothes, went downstairs to find the hostess of the hotel, paid half a month's accommodation fee in advance, and told her to keep the room for me first, and the things in it could not be moved, and she would pay the bill after I came back.
Turning left when I left the house, I bought a few pot helmets from a roadside stall in the ancient town to use as my staple food after entering the mountains. This stuff is a local specialty of Jinguancheng. It is sprinkled with sesame seeds and is crispy and delicious. However, I don’t care about the taste.
I chose this thing mainly because it doesn't take up much space and is easy to store for a long time.
We are going to the inner courtyard of Qingcheng Mountain. We don't know how long we will be delayed. We should bring some dry food with us so we don't panic if something happens.
Half an hour later, I left the ancient town on foot, followed the map and walked to the foot of Zhaogong Mountain.
The mountain is lush and deep, with criss-crossing forests. You can see curls of white mist rising everywhere. On the top of the clouds, you can hear the cry of goshawks. There are many wild animals in the mountain. You can see the monkey jumping in the forest. Entering the forest, more
It is a lush scene, and a simple atmosphere comes with the mountain breeze, which is quite quiet.
To be honest, if I invite a few friends to go hiking here, it would be a pretty good choice. Unfortunately, I have been thinking about Chen Xuanyi's safety in my heart.
Throw it aside.
After walking like this, about half an hour later, I climbed to the halfway point of the mountain. There were wild grasses in the forest, and I saw a winding path, undulating in the forest, extending to the depths of the clouds, which gave people a rather strange feeling.
Misty.
When I arrived here, I began to slow down and pay attention to everything in the forest.
There is no human habitation on this desolate road all year round, but occasionally there are people who appear and appear, most of them are practitioners from Qingcheng Mountain. I came uninvited, and my identity is rather embarrassing. If someone discovers me, it may cause another trouble.
But in the vast foothills of the mountain, what is the difference between trying to find Chen Xuanyi's whereabouts and finding a needle in a haystack? When I first climbed the mountain, my eyes were blank, and I could only rely on intuition to walk through the deep mountains and old forests. Unknowingly, I walked into
At a fork in the road.
The two paths, one on the left and one on the right, were all submerged in the forest with no end in sight. I had to take out the oilcloth and compare it in detail. Only then did I find that there was nothing about this route in the route map that the person drew for me last night.
I don’t know if I forgot the information about the fork in the road, or if I did it deliberately.
How to go?
I put away the route map and stopped to think about it. Before I could get a result, I heard the sound of hurried footsteps, faintly coming from the forest. Suddenly my heart moved. I got into the grass, hunched over, step by step.
Walk towards where the movement came from.
After walking less than twenty meters, I stopped, squinted my eyes, and looked at a mountain col not far away.
Under the mountain col, there were vague figures flickering. I held my breath and looked carefully, but I was shocked.
These people are not practitioners from Qingcheng Mountain.