The end of the wooden ladder is connected to an upside-down rosewood lotus flower. It has not fallen to the ground and has no support around it. It is suspended in mid-air by the wooden ladder.
I don’t know what kind of structure the giant pillar where the wooden ladder is connected to the top of the tower is that can withstand the weight of the giant pillar hundreds or thousands of meters long and such a huge rosewood lotus flower at the bottom.
I sighed and slid down to the bottom of the tower along the lotus petals.
The low-hanging petals of the sandalwood lotus were about two meters away from the bottom of the tower. It didn't take much effort for me to jump down.
I stood quietly at the bottom of the tower for about ten minutes. After making sure that the human-bone ghost-skin monsters had not followed me, I started to observe the surrounding environment.
The alcohol block had long since disappeared, but the raging fire on the giant wooden ladder illuminated the entire bottom of the tower.
The bottom of the tower is in the shape of a regular octagon, about the size of a basketball court. On the wall of the tower is a large volume of exquisite murals. However, when I walked around, I found that all the murals were painted with colorful patterns of auspicious clouds, without any
Not only that, the human figures, but also the patterns of auspicious clouds on the ground.
The meaning of cloud culture has different meanings in Buddhism, Taoism and secularism, but the essence is the law of nature. The ancients believed that luck is the foundation of heaven and earth. They used the size, length, density of clouds, the direction of the wake and the environment to determine the meaning of cloud culture.
Judging symptoms was gradually used in wars. Therefore, the Chinese people have been full of worship and awe of Yun since ancient times.
The combination of auspicious clouds that frequently appears in the Mogao Grottoes in Dunhuang is a good evidence.
However, my grandfather once said that when China's cloud culture developed to the end, the depiction of clouds was not only from an artistic point of view, but also incorporated more anthropology and sociology. Especially in the murals, there must be visual meaning hidden in them.
Convey the password.
I don't know where my grandfather's theories came from, but he has a huge collection of books, most of which are unique books handed down from ancient times. I feel sleepy when I read his books and can't understand them, so I don't know what he is.
It's not something I saw in any ancient book.
Are the auspicious clouds with different postures that appear in these murals really conveying any message to future generations? I couldn't help but observe attentively.
The scene in front of me was surrounded by the sandalwood lotus above my head and the complicated flowing clouds flying all over the sky, as if the wind was blowing. It made people feel that the world was upside down in a trance. I seemed to be stepping on soft clouds, flying in the clouds.
During the dance, it was as if one could hear bursts of fairy music playing in the pavilions, which was dazzling.
Suddenly, there was a loud "Zila" sound, which must have been something exploding in the fire above. This sound also pulled me back from being immersed in the mural.
I looked at the auspicious clouds surrounding me with lingering fear. It was as if I had really stepped into the mural. Everything about sight, hearing and even smell seemed real.
There was another "Zila" sound, and the shrill sound of the human bones and ghost-skinned monsters on the lotus gradually dissipated in the sea of fire, replaced by the sound of the giant pillars breaking bit by bit.
My heart tightened. I had just been shocked by the sandalwood lotus and auspicious cloud murals. I actually forgot that the entire tower was made of wood. Even if the fire was going upward, it might not be able to burn the bottom of the tower for the time being.
But if the giant pillar is burned down, it could kill me in minutes.
There seemed to be murals all around, and there was no exit. I muttered silently in my heart, and my eyes began to scan the four walls and the ground.
To be honest, apart from the murals of auspicious clouds and sandalwood lotus flowers, there is nothing at the bottom of the tower. Not even a shadow of black jade can be seen.
The "sizzling" sound of the wood exploding above became more and more frequent, and heat waves began to pour in through the gap between the lotus petals and the tower wall.
I was so anxious and helpless at the bottom of the tower that I was pacing back and forth, not knowing what to do.
I was not roasted into a mummy in the hall earlier, but I never thought that I would not be able to escape the fate of being roasted. If I had known earlier, I should have read more books, so that I might be able to see the visual code carried by Xiangyun and find the exit.
indefinite.
At this time, the wind chimes under the eaves outside the tower rang again, with the same four neat "dong dong dong dong" sounds.
This damn copper wind chime can really summon spirits. Every time it rings, nothing good happens. I don’t know what kind of bad luck it will bring this time. I cursed in my heart, and the beads of sweat on my forehead flowed down and fell into my chest.
The eyes were so hot that I couldn't open them.
I raised my hands and rubbed my eyes, tears streaming down my face.
The entire ancient pagoda must have been completely burned. The billowing smoke and heat waves continued to pour in from the gap between the lotus petals and the pagoda wall. I was coughing from the smoke.
From the time I woke up to now, I haven't drank water for more than two hours. Coupled with the high tension and strenuous exercise, I was sweating profusely. I felt that my body was already in a state of dehydration. My lips were chapped, my skin was ectropion, and I was unconscious.
It started to feel a little blurry, and I could hardly stand anymore.
In the daze, I seemed to see my mother. I hadn’t seen my mother in many years. It seemed like it was New Year’s Eve at the Zhou family’s old house. She was holding the steaming sugar glutinous rice porridge that had just been baked and was beckoning me to come over and eat it.
Woolen cloth.
I licked my lips, which were already covered with dry and cracked skin, and wanted to go over there, but I couldn't move. In desperation, I had no choice but to call my mother over. Before my mother came, I felt so sleepy and tired, and my eyelids kept fighting.
, eyes gradually closed.
…
Suddenly, a huge sound of water flow came, and then, water began to flow down around the sandalwood lotus flower, like an umbrella, the water dripped down the surrounding petals.
I suddenly woke up from being soaked. It didn’t matter whether the water was poisonous or not, or whether it was drinking poison to quench my thirst. Anyway, I just opened my mouth and drank the water in big gulps.
After drinking a lot of water, I finally recovered. My numb limbs began to feel. My nerve endings felt like they were being pricked by countless silver needles, causing tiny pains.
I still couldn't get up, so I lay on my back, being baptized by the water. I don't know whether it was because of the impact of the water or being damaged by the thick smoke that I couldn't open my eyes.
This water should have been poured from the waterfall, but why it suddenly poured down is unknown. But no matter what, it saved my life.
After lying there for about half an hour, I was finally able to open my eyes.
However, what is unbelievable is that the sandalwood lotus flower collapsed at some point, but I happened to be stuck in the gap between the petals, so I was not crushed to death.
There must be something holding up the magnolia, so that there is a gap of about half a meter between the entire sandalwood lotus lying on the ground and the bottom of the tower. It was this gap that saved my life.
The fire on the tower should have been extinguished, and everything around me was dark. However, outside the sandalwood lotus flowers, it felt like there was light, because outside the sandalwood lotus flowers, the ground seemed to be sprinkled with a thin layer of salt.
The wisps of light were shining through the gaps between the petals.
With the faint blue light, I could vaguely see something like a gilt model next to my feet. It exuded a light fragrance, a bit close to the smell of sandalwood.