It was already bright and the house was quiet, but the vendors selling salted olives and soy milk and fried dough sticks outside the alley were knocking on copper plates and shouting.
I had no sleep all night, but that page of Wang Yangming's manuscript kept spinning in my head.
What is described in the manuscript is that Wang Yangming believed that the reason why he was able to achieve enlightenment was related to a dream he had when he was demoted to Longchang, Guizhou, and that dream brought him great inspiration.
I have studied this manuscript for several days before, and I have always thought it was fake, because the date on which the article was written was about two months before Wang Yangming’s death, and the content of the article itself describes Wang Yangming’s influence on
If my explanation of Longchang Enlightenment is true, it will be recorded in history no matter what. However, I have searched through history before and could not find the source of this article.
However, why did Grandpa keep such an obviously fake article so secretly?
Suddenly, the inscription in the blank area on the left side of the article caught my attention: This article is sincere - Ren Kun.
Hong Xiuquan also believed that this article was true...
This inscription, which I have researched before, is the inscription of Hong Xiuquan, and Ren Kun was Hong Xiuquan's name in his early years.
I know something about Hong Xiuquan. He was a great figure in the history of the late Qing Dynasty. In his early years, he failed to take the imperial examination and was always depressed. Then one day, he suddenly had a dream and when he woke up, he claimed that he was in power.
I saw God in my dream, and then started to establish the God-worshipping religion. Later, I launched the Taiping Rebellion that swept across China, which dealt a heavy blow to the late Qing government...
etc!
Hong Xiuquan also had a dream?
My heart suddenly tightened!
If this article is true, is it possible that Wang Yangming and Hong Xiuquan, a saint in history and a sage in history, both changed their life trajectories because of dreams?
But even if this is true, what does all this have to do with the situation I am encountering now?
I feel as if I am in a huge whirlpool, and this whirlpool will suck everyone and everything into it.
A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts.
"Zhou Cang, it's me."
I stood up and opened the door, and the midsummer heat hit me the moment I opened the door.
Standing outside the door was Chen Mo.
There was no expression on Chen Mo's face, "Zhou Cang, I'm here to say goodbye to you."
I looked at him a little surprised, "Why are you leaving so soon? Let's go into the house and talk."
After sitting down on the Arhat's bed, I spoke first: "Is there anything urgent? If not, let's play for two more days. I will take you to go shopping in the next few days."
Chen Mo said nothing and looked at me quietly.
"What's wrong?" I was a little surprised.
"Zhou Cang," he looked at me and seemed to hesitate, "I want to go to the professor's funeral."
As soon as these words came out, I was confused, "Isn't the professor's funeral already held on June 12th?"
"The memorial service on June 12 was just a formality. The real funeral was planned by himself." Chen Mo's voice deepened, "He chose a piece of land for himself to be buried on June 21."
My heart trembled slightly, but I didn't say anything.
"The reason why I tell you this," Chen Mo paused and gave me a meaningful look, "is because of the photo in the professor's letter."
He said, handing me his cell phone, "This was sent to me last night after I had someone film it."
There was a photo on the phone. The professor was lying in a sarcophagus, holding a small black jade in his hand. His posture was exactly the same as that of his father in the crystal coffin in the secret passage.
The professor and the "father" in the secret room of the study both had small black jade that looked the same, and they both brought it to the coffin in the same manner. This was obviously no coincidence.
"Chen Mo, why did the professor ask you to give the letter to me instead of someone else?"
I suddenly calmed down and stared at Chen Mo's dark circles, "The professor is buried in Wawu Mountain in Sichuan, right?"
"That's all I have to say." Chen Mo didn't answer me, but stood up, "Xiangyu and Jisheng, please tell them too, and I won't say goodbye to them."
I also stood up, grabbed his arm, and asked: "You were the one talking to grandpa in the study last night, right?"
Chen Mo glanced at me, didn't answer, broke away from my hand, and left.
I stood there, motionless.
The sunlight outside the house slowly moved into the front hall, and then there was the sound of the door opening, and Chen Mo left.
Grandma came into the room and said, "Cang'er, you are so rude. You don't know how to see off your classmates when they leave."
"Milk," I looked at grandma and suddenly felt sad. Does she know the current situation of the Zhou family?
At this moment, I decided to get to the bottom of this matter. No matter whether it was a human being or a ghost, I was not afraid to go through fire and water.
Probably because there were guests at home, today's breakfast was particularly sumptuous and very characteristic of our local area. Xiangyu and Zhang Jisheng were full of praise for it.
"Zhou Cang, Chen Mo actually left without saying goodbye. It's too much. It's such an urgent matter that we can't wait until we get up." Xiangyu said while picking up the piece of dried beans on the plate with chopsticks: "This time we say goodbye, next time we meet
It’s a long way off again, it’s such a cold-blooded animal.”
"Perhaps someone is really in an emergency." Zhang Jisheng said with a smile, "Besides, Chen Mo's character is like this. He always goes his own way. It's only because Zhou Cang has a good temper that we can become friends with him."
"Don't worry about Chen Mo. You can play for a few more days. The weather is nice today. I will take you out for a walk."
"Zhou Cang, after we finish breakfast, we have to say goodbye." Xiangyu suddenly put down the rice bowl in his hand and looked at me with a bit of reluctance.
"You also have something urgent?"
"Zhou Cang," it was Zhang Jisheng who spoke this time, "Professor, in recent years, he has been doing research on the topic of 'lucid dreaming'. On the way here yesterday, I discussed it with Xiang Yu and felt that this topic is about ideology.
Research in this area is currently relatively new in the world, so we plan to use the information left by the professor to complete this topic."
"It's summer vacation now, and we have more free time, so my step-sheng and I plan to go to Sichuan. According to the information left by the professor, the earliest record of 'lucid dreaming' is likely to be preserved in Wawu Mountain in Sichuan.
In an ancient ancestral hall, so we plan to go to Wawu Mountain to see if we can find this ancient ancestral hall. If we can connect ideological things with archeology, it will definitely be an amazing discovery." Xiangyu
As she spoke, her eyes shone, showing that she was very interested in this topic.
However, as soon as the three words "Wawushan" in Xiangyu were spoken, I suddenly choked on the porridge I had just put into my mouth and couldn't help but cough violently.
Are they also going to Wawu Mountain?
Could it be that the person who talked to grandpa in the study last night was really not Chen Mo, but one of Xiangyu and Jisheng?
Did Zhang Jisheng and Xiang Yu really go to Wawu Mountain because they wanted to study some topic? Or did they use the topic as a guise for other purposes?
So far, I don’t know how many people are involved in this matter, but there is no doubt that all the fingers point to Wawu Mountain.
At this moment, I made a decision: go with them.
Once I made up my mind, I took a deep breath and said, "Jisheng, Xiangyu, I want to go with you."
Zhang Jisheng and Xiang Yu both looked at me in disbelief for a moment.
Xiangyu said: "Zhou Cang, this is no joke. According to the information left by the professor, the ancient temple is likely to be in Mihundang, Wawushan. This place is often shrouded in fog and has a certain degree of danger.
And field work is very hard, not just for fun."
I smiled a little awkwardly, "You are not afraid of a girl, so what should I be afraid of?"
"Zhou Cang, Xiang Yu and I studied this topic because we are both in this industry. This kind of academic research, to put it lightly, may be a shortcut to promotion. And you, from a well-off family, are really
There is no need to take risks with us." Zhang Jisheng also dissuaded him.
"I've gotten tired of living in this small town in the past few years. And, as you know, if it weren't for that incident, I would probably be working in this industry like you now. I still have a love for archeology in my bones." I said.
I have decided to leave.
Xiangyu wanted to say something else, but Zhang Jisheng held her hand and said to me: "Well, you can ask your family for their opinions. If they agree, there is no problem in coming with us."
"No," suddenly, grandpa's voice came from behind.
I saw him walking towards the dining table with his hands behind his back and a serious look on his face.
"Grandpa," I couldn't help but stand up.
Xiangyu and Zhang Jisheng both greeted their grandfather a little awkwardly, but the old man didn't seem to want to talk to them. He looked at me straight in the eyes and said, "Don't go anywhere, just stay at home."
Grandma heard the sound and came over, "What's wrong? Why are you scolding the child so well, you old man?"
"Come to the study with me." Grandpa glanced at me and said, then walked to the back hall.
"Zhou Cang, the old man is angry, you'd better not go." Xiang Yu looked at the angry back of his grandfather and whispered to me.
"It's okay. Grandpa has this temper. He is hard-spoken but soft-hearted. I can convince him." I said and walked towards the study.
Grandma was worried and followed me into the study.
"Grandpa, I have to go to Wawushan no matter what." I took the initiative and expressed my determination as soon as I entered the study.
"It's too dangerous there, no way!"
"Have you ever been to Wawu Mountain? How do you know there is danger inside?"
"Why should I have been there? Isn't this place well-known? How many expedition teams are there? You have no experience and no equipment. You are a weak scholar and a charming girl. If you go there, you will be like a sheep in a tiger's mouth. I can't stand the others.
I can’t control it, but you can’t!”
Grandpa frowned, "Besides, your classmates have just made it clear to you that they go to this place with purpose and benefit, and it is to serve their future. Why don't you think about how to run your own antique shop?"
You're just messing around. Anyway, I'm not allowed to go."
Grandpa's words left no room for maneuver. For a moment, I didn't know how to deal with it.
But the grandma behind her suddenly behaved uncharacteristically. She took a few steps forward, pursed her lips, looked at grandpa with disappointment, and said word by word, "Why do you have to speak so seriously to scare the child? Although scraping the bones to heal the wounds hurts,
But it’s also done once and for all.”
After grandma finished speaking, she gave me a meaningful look and left the study, leaving me there, as if petrified, unable to move for a long time.