We walked forward and saw that the mangrove forest had reached the end. What appeared in front of us was a large willow forest. The trees were covered with red and white small cylinders made of woven paper strips similar to the shape of lanterns.
There are colorful silk threads floating under the tube, and there seems to be a faint look of hair mixed inside.
Those lantern-like paper tubes swayed in the wind with the willow branches. The black metal pieces in the hollow areas of the paper tubes hit each other, making a "ling ling ling ling" sound. The long silk threads below were entangled with the willow branches. In this area,
The endless willow forest is very strange.
The old man suddenly squeezed forward, took a look, and then said as if he was a little surprised: "The soul-inducing flag."
"Sir, what is a soul-inducing flag? It looks so weird here. These sounds make me feel a little dizzy." Xiangyu said.
"There is no wind when the spiritual flags are floating, but the wind blows and the flags fly in an instant. If the wind comes and the flags are attached to the soul, the soul will follow the flags and lead them to the Nangong." The old man said, looking at Xiangyu a little strangely.
"Sir, why are you staring at me?" Xiangyu asked with a trembling look on his face.
The old man said nothing again and returned to his normal expression.
"Love comes from the heart. As long as you are righteous, evil will never prevail against righteousness." Chen Mo seemed to be comforting Xiang Yu, but his eyes were looking at me, as if there was a slight change in his expression, but he put it away before I could catch it.
"These things are all made of woven paper, and they look very new. I don't know who hung them on them. Moreover, these things look like things for funerals. Is it possible that there are still people living in this primitive place?"
In the forest." I said, mentioning the word "funeral", and suddenly remembered that Chen Mo said that he went to the professor's funeral. Could it be that these things were hung for the professor.
I almost blurted out to ask Chen Mo, but neither Xiangyu nor Zhang Jisheng knew about Chen Mo going to the professor's funeral, so I could only swallow the words that came to my lips.
"No matter who hung it up, the appearance of these things shows that there are signs of human activities deep in Wawu Mountain. Therefore, the ancient temple should really exist. Maybe there are still people living in the ancient temple.
Here." Zhang Jisheng said.
"He is dying. Let's think about how to save him first."
Chen Mo said, putting down the Wang Zhishui on his back and letting him lean against a big willow tree, "Have you brought any antidote?"
"There are only anti-inflammatory and analgesic drugs such as cephalosporins, and some alcohol and chloramphenicol sterilizing topical drugs, but there is no detoxification." Zhang Jisheng said a little frustrated.
"Let's give him some water first." Chen Mo said and stood up, still looking indifferent.
"Sir, you know a lot of herbal medicines. Let's see if there are any green herbs in the forest that can detoxify." Zhang Jisheng asked the old man.
The old man didn't speak, he still looked around leisurely, then slowly got up and walked towards the depths of the willow forest, probably looking for medicine.
However, the way he looked like it had nothing to do with him made me want to punch him. Even though he was a cold-blooded animal, human life was at stake after all. How could he be so negligent?
"Sir, let me go with you." Zhang Jisheng glanced at us and followed the old man into the willow forest.
I gave Wang Zhishui some warm water with difficulty, while Xiangyu was applying chloramphenicol plaster to his wounds.
"Why did you appear in this mangrove?" I asked Chen Mo immediately after I leveled Wang Zhishui.
Originally, I wanted to ask him if he went to the professor's funeral? But when I thought about it, Xiangyu didn't know about it, so I didn't ask the second half of the sentence.
"I'm looking for an ancient temple."
As soon as Chen Mo said this, Xiang Yu's hand that was applying plaster stopped in mid-air, and then turned her head to look at Chen Mo, her eyes were a bit complicated.
"Chen Mo, were you there when we got lost in the heavy fog yesterday?" Xiangyu said, took out his mobile phone, opened the photo, stretched it out to Chen Mo and asked: "This photo
Is that you in the eye?"
Chen Mo glanced at it and then said: "No, I walked in from the other side and didn't pass by the Mihundang you mentioned."
I wanted to ask something else, but Zhang Jisheng and the old man came back. Zhang Jisheng was running ahead with a few special plants in his hand.
The appearance of the plant is a flower emerging from a circle of whorled leaves. The shape of the flower is very similar to its leaves. There are seven whorled leaves. The calyx is green and the petals are ribbon-shaped.
"Look, we found a rare herbal medicine. The husband said that this thing can detoxify snake venom. It may have an inhibitory effect on Brother Wang's venom, and it can be applied externally." Zhang Jisheng ran with his face flushed and said excitedly, "
Now Brother Wang is saved."
"What is this? I've never seen it before." Xiangyu put away the plaster in his hand and asked.
"A seven-leaf flower, the deep mountains are my home. If you encounter carbuncle, it will be like twisting it in your hands. In the past, when I went into the mountains to dig for medicinal materials, I would often encounter snake caves. There was often this kind of flower near the snake caves. This flower can detoxify snake venom.
So, after being bitten by a poisonous snake, we pluck these flowers, chew them and apply them on the wound, so that the snake venom can be pulled out." The old man said, found a stone, and sat down against the big willow tree.
"Then let's crush the flowers quickly and extract the poison from the professor," Xiangyu said.
"Xiangyu, you can take care of Professor Wang there. I can come."
Zhang Jisheng found two stones, then sandwiched the seven-leaf flower in the middle, beat it up and down for a long time, smashed the seven-leaf flower, and applied it to Wang Zhishui's wound according to the old man's words.
"Sir, how long will this stay on?" I asked.
"A quarter of an hour." The old man said, looking very sinister.
As soon as they sat down, Zhang Jisheng asked Chen Mo why he came to Wawu Mountain. Chen Mo looked at Zhang Jisheng and smiled but did not answer. Zhang Jisheng looked a little embarrassed.
I hurriedly said: "We have just asked him, and he is also here to see the ancient temple."
"Chen Mo, do you know about the ancient temple?" Zhang Jisheng looked at Chen Mo in disbelief and asked.
At this time, Xiangyu also came up to chat with us.
"I heard the professor mentioned it," Chen Mo said.
"What is your relationship with the professor?" It suddenly occurred to me that the professor's name is Chen Yurang, and Chen Mo's surname is also Chen.
"The professor is my eldest uncle. He never married or had any children, so I was always taking care of him before he died," Chen Mo said.
Hearing this, the three of us were shocked. Chen Mo actually had such a relationship with the professor. However, when we were students, we had gone through so many field practices together, and we didn't even notice that they were deliberately doing it.
Hidden?
However, Chen Mo is Chen Mo. He will always tell you the facts and will never explain the reasons behind it. Therefore, as soon as these words came out, no matter how full of doubts we had on our faces, he did not worry about this matter any more.
Explain something.
"Did the professor ask you to come to the ancient temple?" Xiangyu asked.
"No, I am interested in it myself." Chen Mo said.
"Did the professor say what might be in the ancient temple?" Xiangyu continued to ask.
"No, before he passed away, you applied for this project to the Provincial Research Office. Haven't all the information been taken away by you?" Chen Mo's expression did not change, but his tone was very cold, and he felt that his words were cold.
Showing its edge.
The atmosphere suddenly seemed to be frozen. I hurriedly found something to say: "Jisheng, I'm going to find some dry firewood and then make a fire to cook something to eat. We have noodles and canned food in our backpacks. Let's make some pot noodles."
I have been eating compressed biscuits for the past two days until I feel like vomiting. Besides, Professor Wang needs to eat something more nutritious in his current situation. Besides, our kettle is almost out of water, so we need to boil some water.
"It's gone." I said. "Besides, it's getting dark now. We may have to spend the night in this willow forest tonight."
"Okay, then I will accompany you to collect firewood." Zhang Jisheng said, as if he was joking: "If you pick more firewood, you don't have to be afraid of red bats."
"No need, you were tired enough just now in the mangrove. You can take a rest and I'll go by myself."
"I'll go with you." Chen Mo stepped forward and said.
"Then Chen Mo will accompany you. I will stay here and change my clothes first." Zhang Jisheng said.
As soon as I left Zhang Jisheng's sight, I immediately lowered my voice and asked Chen Mo: "Did you hang those soul-inducing flags? Is the professor buried in this Wawu Mountain? What is the secret of the ancient temple?"
Chen Mo didn't reply, just picking up dead branches.
"Chen Mo," I suddenly raised my voice, "all these years, I have always regarded you as a brother." I looked at this strange old friend in front of me and suddenly felt a little sentimental, "Back then, I was sick and everyone alienated me.
Only you don't, I always remember it."
He stopped, his expression was complicated, but he finally spoke, "Zhou Cang, you shouldn't be here."
"What's the reason?"
"Once you get involved in this matter, you won't be able to escape unscathed." Chen Mo looked at me and said seriously and sincerely.
"You have to let me know what it is so that I can give up." I pursued the victory, hoping to get more things out of Chen Mo.
"I can only tell you that this matter has something to do with the piece of black jade in my uncle's hand. In fact, I don't know anything else. Moreover, I can tell you clearly that all people who enter the mountain, regardless of reason,
How high-sounding, their ultimate goal is for Black Jade."
"What about you? Are you also here for jade?" I asked, staring into Chen Mo's eyes.
"Maybe, I have my responsibility." Chen Mo said, bending down to pick up the dead branch under his feet. I couldn't see his expression clearly, but I could hear a hint of helplessness in his tone.
A gust of wind blew, and the soul-drawing flags hanging all over the willow forest made a "lingling" sound. The willow branches blew by my face with the wind, as if they were really trying to attract my soul.
"If you find the black jade, you can solve all the mysteries. Is that you the person who talked to grandpa in the study?"
Chen Mo looked at me with a complicated look, and said slowly: "No." Then he held the dry firewood in his hand and walked back without paying any attention to the doubts on my face.
I was stunned for a moment and followed closely, feeling even more confused.
My father also had jade in his hands. Could it be that his father was also involved in this matter? Where did the father and the professor get the black jade? Was it the search for black jade that grandpa asked that person to give up? So,
Grandpa prevented me from entering Wawu Mountain. But how should I explain grandma’s behavior? Is it possible that grandma also has an ulterior secret?
Scraping the bones to heal the wounds, once and for all. Could it be that grandma would sacrifice me for the sake of black jade? How is this possible?
Holding dry firewood in my arms, I chased after Chen Mo and asked him a few more questions about black jade, but he remained silent. An unknown fire rose up in my heart, but I had nowhere to vent it.