I let myself float on the water, then lowered my head and took several gulps of ice water.
The ice water, which was probably close to freezing, flowed through my already hot throat. The temperature between the freezing and hot days suddenly made my throat sore from the cold, and the pain shot through my head.
After a pass, I finally chose to stay on the temples.
I choked on the ice water and coughed violently, and my head hurt from the cold. But with the nourishment of these few mouthfuls of ice water, my body seemed to have been given a dose of adrenaline, and I suddenly felt very energetic.
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The energy in my body has been almost exhausted, and the temperature of the water is too low, so after less than three minutes under the water, I already felt like my legs were about to have menstruation.
You must climb to the lotus seat as soon as possible, otherwise if your legs cramp in the icy water, the consequences will be disastrous.
The surroundings were dim, and although he could vaguely see the outline of the scenery near him, the specific objects around him were still unknown.
The jump I just made has already put me far away from the giant blue glazed Buddha, so swimming back is not the best option.
I made a mental calculation and decided that I should just climb up to any smaller lotus seat nearby and let my body warm up first before making any plans.
Once I made up my mind, I swam to the small lotus seat closest to me, stretched out one hand to grab a lotus petal, and used both hands at the same time to cover the half of my body that was still immersed in the water.
Pull it up.
Fortunately, I usually like to do push-ups, so my arm strength and chest muscles are good, so I can pull myself up in such a sad environment.
The lotus seat I climbed up is relatively small. It should be the smallest one among the lotus seats around me. The reason why I chose the smallest one is because I can reach the lotus petals with the least effort and put myself
It doesn't take much physical effort to pull the body up.
Before I could take a breath while sitting on the lotus seat, I was startled by the Buddha statue on it.
Standing on this lotus pedestal is a two-headed Buddha statue.
After calming down for a while, I stood up and moved a step forward so that I could get closer to the Buddha statue so that I could carefully observe the appearance of the two-headed Buddha statue.
The base of this Buddha statue should be made of clay, and the outermost layer is painted and gilded. The two heads and neck are in the middle of the shoulders. The left and right parts are separated into an inverted figure. Look down slightly, and you will see that from the shoulders down, it is the same body.
, both hands hang naturally by the sides, but the palms are facing outward.
I am now standing upright, and my height is about the armpit of the two-headed Buddha statue, so I am looking up at the Buddha statue, and I am taking a frontal view of the slightly drooped head of the two-headed Buddha statue.
The six eyes are facing each other. Although I have grown up under the influence of the concept of the Buddha's mercy since I was a child, in such an environment, I still feel a little scared. If I say I am not afraid, even I don't believe it.
According to the current archaeological excavations, there are only four areas where double-headed Buddha statues appear in China. They are transplanted in Heishui City in Inner Mongolia/woodblock prints unearthed in Kizil in Xinjiang, linen paintings unearthed in Gaochang, Xinjiang, and finally
One area is the famous Dunhuang Grottoes.
In traditional Buddhist classics, the double-headed Buddha statue shows the moment when the Buddha's avatars meet each other, rather than showing the strangeness of the body.
The term clone refers to the concept of Mahayana Buddhism, which is the dividing line between Mahayana and Mahayana. It expresses the reality of wisdom and the image of Prajna clone, and conveys compassion, altruism and equality.
But why did so much effort be spent on building such a large-scale Buddha sculpture at the bottom of Poyang Lake?
The places where Buddhism comes to preach are all densely populated urban centers. It is really incredible to build these at the bottom of Poyang Lake.
Unable to figure out the purpose of the builder, I simply sat down at the feet of the two-headed Buddha and planned to think carefully about the next step.
And the moment I sat down, I made an unexpected discovery.
Under the feet of the two-headed Buddha, there is actually a rucksack.
This unexpected gain made me almost jump with joy.
Because if there are no accidents, this canvas bag should have been left here by the last group of people who entered Poyang Lake. Therefore, it is likely to contain many necessary things for field operations. At least, there may be compressed biscuits.
If there is energy replenishment, then my chances of walking out of the bottom of the lake will be much greater.
It’s useless to think too much, it’s more convincing to let the facts speak for themselves.
So I unzipped my backpack.
It can be seen that this rucksack must have been in this place for a long time, because the canvas has been soaked by the water vapor of the lake, and there are little spots of mildew on it. However, the quality of the backpack is very good, and the zipper was easily removed by me.
It was opened, and there was a backpack full of things inside.
I couldn't wait to slowly dig out the items in the backpack one by one, and poured everything out in one fell swoop.
The first thing that rolled out a few times was a hernia lamp.
This is the second greatest treasure after compressed biscuits. In the depths of Poyang Lake, which is dark but not completely dark, and not very bright, and always in a gray environment, I feel really depressed.
I picked up the hernia lamp and turned it on. Suddenly, a white light shot out. My eyes, which were accustomed to darkness, were shaken to the point of pain. I reflexively closed my eyes.
After closing my eyes for about ten seconds, I guessed that I had adapted, so I slowly opened my eyes, and then used the light of the hernia lamp to carefully check what was poured out of the backpack.
What I was most concerned about was whether there was any food, and I was not disappointed. After just flipping through it for a while, I found two packs of compressed biscuits.
I didn't care whether the compressed biscuits were expired or not, so I opened one of the packages, broke them off into small pieces, and put them in my mouth.
Probably because I haven't tasted food for a long time, so I am chewing compressed biscuits made of wheat as raw materials in my mouth at the moment. The natural sweet taste of the grains is ground by my saliva and contains
The taste seemed to explode in an instant, stimulating my taste buds. I felt that this ordinary compressed biscuit was like the most delicious food I have tasted in the thirty years I have been a human on earth.
It’s been too long since I’ve had food in my stomach, and I just drank several mouthfuls of ice water on the lake, so I don’t dare to eat too many compressed biscuits at once.
Therefore, after I broke off the piece of compressed biscuit in my hand, I re-wrapped the remaining pieces in outer wrapping paper and put them in my backpack.
There is also a huge bundle of nylon rope in the backpack. I don’t know what it is used for, but I stuffed it back again.
In addition, there was a kettle. There was still a little water in the kettle, but I didn’t know how long it had been there, so I didn’t dare to drink it. I threw the kettle away, but when the kettle was turned over on the ground, I suddenly
I found that the words on it looked a bit familiar, so I couldn't help but bend down and pick up the kettle again.
I put the kettle in my hand and fiddled with it, and finally found a line of small words on the bottom of the pot, written in beautiful regular script, which read: Stanford University presents the outstanding freshman representative Wen Xiangyu.
This line of "The King of Gamblers" made me froze on the spot, and I couldn't calm down for a long time.
Xiangyu has been to the bottom of Poyang Lake a long time ago, no wonder she can play the flute.
But why?
Could it be that she knew about the astrolabe several years ago and was hidden in this incident?
Xiangyu said that Andrew was her doctoral supervisor. Is it really such a simple relationship?
There are dangers everywhere at the bottom of Poyang Lake. It is impossible for a girl in Xiangyu to reach this place alone, so there must be a team behind her. Is it the organization that Zhou Lan belongs to? Andrew is inside
What kind of role does it play?
According to what he said when he recruited me, Andrew should have a team different from the one where Zhou Lan is working. Is Xiang Yu also part of this team?
This time, it was not known how many times they had entered the bottom of Poyang Lake. What kind of temptation was it that made them risk their lives and enter the bottom of Poyang Lake many times? Is it really for that blue jade piece?
Too many doubts are swirling in my head. They seem chaotic, but in fact they are interlocking, but I can't figure out any clue.
Just when my heart was as confused as a pot of porridge, and I didn't know who was real and who was fake around me, the wind suddenly started blowing on the lake, bringing with it waves of fine waves.
Isn't this at the bottom of Poyang Lake? Why is the wind blowing?
I was wondering in my heart when the familiar flute sound suddenly sounded in my ears