"Did you hear it? It's a bell!" Wang Zhishui looked around in confusion, trying to find the source of the bell.
"It's not just the bells, there are also some other weird sounds. Listen." I listened carefully, and there seemed to be someone whimpering quietly among the bells, and I couldn't help but feel a bit chilly behind my back.
We were all looking for the source of the sound, but the sound really seemed to come from all directions at the same time, and we couldn't tell where the source was.
The old man's face was expressionless and motionless.
"This..." Xiangyu was a little nervous. The sudden appearance of this voice in this mountain was indeed very strange.
But suddenly, the bells and the strange sound stopped.
We were all covered and waited for a long time, but the voice never appeared again.
"Aren't we hallucinating together?" Xiangyu asked, looking at us confused.
Neither of us said a word. It was obviously impossible to hallucinate together.
But where does this bell come from?
"There are always things that we can't understand in Wawu Mountain. The sound just now, maybe the sound of bells from thousands of years ago, came here." The old man spoke, but we were even more confused.
Bells ringing thousands of years ago? How is this possible?
If the image is from thousands of years ago, everyone can accept it. After all, Fe3O4 in nature has a video recording function. When triggered by some specific conditions, it is possible to play back historical images. A similar situation occurred in the Forbidden City in Beijing.
But how could the bells from thousands of years ago come here across time?
Wang Zhishui broke the silence, "Let's ignore the bell. It's almost dusk. There's no fog now and we won't get lost. Let's split up and search the nearby hillside to see if there are any clues about the ancient temple. It's dark now.
Before, no matter whether there was harvest or not, we gathered here."
"You go ahead, my old man can't walk anymore. I'll sit here and wait for you." The old man said slowly, and then put down his backpack.
Wang Zhishui nodded and looked at Xiangyu, "You are a girl, so you should stay here with the old gentleman."
Xiangyu's thoughts seemed to have not gotten over the weird bell just now, and he nodded dully.
So the three of us spread out in three directions.
I went in the direction of the mountain across the river from Jiudao Waterfall. It was obviously different from the mountains we had walked through in the past few days. This mountain was particularly rocky, and the sparse trees seemed to grow on the rocks.
.A plant with small purple-black flowers can be seen everywhere around, and the air is filled with a faint floral fragrance.
After walking on the mountain for about half an hour, the sky gradually darkened, and I returned to the same place without finding anything.
Wang Zhishui and Zhang Jisheng have returned.
"It seems that we still have to rest in this mountain for one more night and search carefully tomorrow." Wang Zhishui said.
So, we found a relatively spacious place on the steep slope, set up the tent, made a fire and baked cookies, and prepared to spend the night.
The sky has not yet completely darkened, and the rays of the setting sun are shining from the distant mountains, and there are endless sounds of rustling and chirping of small creatures in the mountains.
The river beneath our feet, the water vapor condensed in the Qingjiang River rises in curls.
After a while, the aroma of wheat from the hot compressed biscuits filled the entire mountain stream.
Wang Zhishui would draw pictures when he had free time. I don't know if he was just lazy or if he really had this hobby. Anyway, he would not help cook or boil water every time.
"Professor Wang, it's time for dinner." I couldn't help but shout when I saw Wang Zhishui frowning and writing furiously.
Wang Zhishui didn't seem to hear it and almost buried his head in the drawing paper.
We all know that he is drawing a map again, but why is his expression so serious?
I took two pieces of compressed biscuits that were a little hot and walked over.
Wang Zhishui's unfinished painting left me stunned.
What kind of talent is this? He seems to be painting the entire Wawu Mountain.
"It's still a little worse," he suddenly stopped writing, as if muttering to himself, and then stood up.
A few of us gathered in front of the tent, ate compressed biscuits, and talked about everything along the way. The depressed mood of not finding the ancient temple was slightly relieved. Gradually, Zhang Jisheng and Xiangyu and I were able to chat.
Some things that happened when I was in college.
Only the old man sat silently in front of his tent, looking forward thoughtfully, as if he couldn't find that the ancient temple had a greater impact on him than us.
After a while, it became completely dark. There were many fireflies in the forest, and there was a faint green light everywhere. The sound of the river rolling was very loud. We picked up some dry branches and lit fires in the front and back of the tent, and arranged it.
After taking turns to watch the night, I got into the tent and went to sleep.
The nine waterfalls hanging on the side of the mountain opposite were extremely loud. People should fall asleep quickly amid the white noise, but for some reason, I couldn't fall asleep despite tossing and turning.
I took out the recorder again and listened to it several times again.
Ever since I entered Ecstasy, my phone has been without signal, so I have been unable to contact the outside world. But I still didn’t give up, and tried to call my parents with my phone to ask them what happened to the recorder.
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But after calling many times, I couldn't get the call out.
I opened the photo album on my phone, looked at the photos of ancient books taken in my grandfather’s study, and carefully studied the appearance of the ancient temple.
Suddenly, I remembered the piece of golden brocade that I had secretly taken out of the tombs. At that time, I felt that the brocade was particularly familiar, but I couldn’t remember where I had seen it. When I saw the photo of the ancient book, I instantly thought
Got up.
I saw a similar piece in my grandma's dowry box.
At home, there are two things that I am not allowed to mess around with, one is grandpa's study, and the other is grandma's dowry box.
When I was very young, once, and the only time, I opened my grandma’s dowry box while she was not at home, and took out all the things in it to play with. However, within ten minutes of playing in the room, I was kicked out of my room.
Grandpa found out.
That time, the old man hit me. It was one of the few times in the thirty years since I grew up under my grandfather's knees that he was truly angry.
After grandma came back, she knew the whole story and cried very sadly. I don't know whether it was because I touched her dowry box or because I was beaten by grandpa.
From then on, I never dared to touch grandma's dowry box again.
Thinking of this, the shock in my heart is beyond words. However, it took too long, and I couldn't be sure for a while whether this piece of brocade silk was exactly the same as the piece in grandma's dowry box.
But my intuition tells me that it should be the same.
The piece of brocade silk in my hand is used to wrap the bones. What is the piece in grandma's dowry box used for?
Suddenly, I discovered that I knew very little about my grandma’s natal family, because she never mentioned it, and I didn’t seem to have asked in depth.
I just know that she is from the Mosuo people in Yunnan. She makes sacrifices to the heaven and earth at the spring equinox, summer solstice, autumnal equinox and winter solstice every year. She can speak a dialect that I can’t understand...
I took out the photo of me, my grandparents, and my professor. Looking at the grandma in the photo, I felt a little strange for a moment.
I looked at the voice recorder, group photo, and brocade silk in front of me, and suddenly remembered what Chen Mo said once involved in this matter, there would be no way to escape unscathed.
Where is Chen Mo? Why did he suddenly disappear in that cave? I really want to find Chen Mo immediately and ask him to tell me everything he knows.
What happened these days has been running through my head. I barely slept when I heard Zhang Jisheng calling me softly outside the tent.
It was my turn to keep vigil, so I put on a windbreaker and left the tent.