In the afternoon of that day, I packed a few pieces of clothes, and secretly got on the train to Meishan City, Sichuan while seeing off my classmates.
I squeezed in the carriage for a long time and finally found the beds of Xiangyu and Zhang Jisheng.
"Zhou Cang, you actually followed me?" Xiangyu looked at me in surprise.
Zhang Jisheng said a little seriously: "Zhou Cang, have you thought it through? The road ahead is extremely difficult and dangerous, and you still have time to regret it now."
"I don't regret it," I said seriously. I don't know why, but a faint sadness arose in my heart. Could these sincere classmates in front of me really have ulterior motives?
I changed beds with another passenger and stayed with Xiang Yujisheng and the others.
"Zhou Cang, welcome to join us." Xiangyu said, stretched out his hand and made a rather cute expression.
"It's a pleasure to cooperate." I also extended my hand.
Zhang Jisheng looked at the two of us, smiled helplessly and shook his head. Then he took out a stack of A4 paper and a small notebook from his backpack and handed it to me, "Zhou Cang, take this opportunity to read about the Qingming Festival."
Some information about the dream and the situation of the place we are going to. Most of these are original manuscripts written by the professor."
I put away my smile and started studying it seriously.
According to the information left by the professor, lucid dreaming refers to staying awake while dreaming, which is the reappearance of strong subconscious thoughts. I was not interested in lucid dreaming, so I skipped it after briefly browsing it, and then opened the small book.
Like his notes on Wawu Mountain.
According to the professor's notes, I learned that Wawu Mountain is located in Hongya County, Meishan City, on the western edge of the Sichuan Basin. As far back as the Western Zhou Dynasty, Wawu Mountain was developed. Cancong Qingyi, the founder of the Shu Kingdom, was buried in Wawu Mountain.
The Qiang people built huge temples such as "Chuanzhu", "Shengde", "Boshan", "Yifu" and "Wan'an" to worship the Qingyi God. The most famous one is the Qingyi Temple.
The professor made an important mark on the place called "Tsing Yi House".
Could it be that the ancient temple we are looking for is the Qingyi Temple?
It took me about an hour to read the information.
"How about it, I think it's very shocking. Lucid dreaming was first proposed by a Dutch doctor in 1913. However, according to the professor's information, our ancestors may have studied such a subject thousands of years ago.
After systematic research, we came to a conclusion." Xiangyu said, "This is why Jisheng and I want to continue teaching the subject."
"I'm not so sensitive to this knowledge now." I was a little embarrassed.
"It's okay, the professor used a lot of professional terminology, and Xiangyu and I were confused." Zhang Jisheng said after collecting the information.
"Jisheng, the dark circles under your eyes are so serious. Did you not sleep last night?" I asked.
"I read the information a little late last night, but I'm used to it. Sometimes I stay up until dawn writing papers." Zhang Jisheng said.
"I don't work as hard as my step-son. I fell asleep before eleven o'clock last night. I've been very tired these past few days. It's very quiet in the old house. I basically didn't wake up all night."
Xiangyu smiled.
I looked at the two of them, their tone was relaxed, their movements were natural, and their expressions were calm, without any flaws. Could it be that the person in the study was Chen Mo?
We sat on this train for almost twenty hours, during which we slept most of the time. In Zhang Jisheng's words, we must be energetic enough to face the challenges ahead.
The next morning, we arrived at the terminal. Only then did I know that we had other companions heading into the mountains this time. They had prepared food, medicine and equipment and were waiting for us at the train station.
One of these two companions, I know him, is Professor Wang Zhishui from our School of Archeology in college. This professor has a somewhat special status. He is probably in his early forties now. At that time, he had an empty name in our school and did not have any course schedule. It is said that he is a perennial
I have been doing archaeological work abroad and have entered countless ancient tombs. He is a relatively mysterious figure in our college. When I met him today, I felt that he was not as mysterious as the legend said. Instead, he was very approachable and humorous.
The other one makes me a little bit surprised.
How to describe it? Zhang Jisheng said that he was only in his early sixties, but he looked like an old man in his late thirties. His head was bald, like an overcooked tea egg, his eyebrows were almost fallen off, he wore sunglasses, and his mouth was
There is not a single tooth in his body, making his cheeks very dry, and the area below the nose shrinks inward, making his entire face look like a squashed lantern.
However, the triangular goat's beard on the old man's chin gave him a somewhat unfathomable feeling.
"Hello, old sir, you've had a hard journey." Zhang Jisheng stepped forward and held the old man's hand. It was obvious that he respected the old man very much.
"Let's go." The old man was a bit indifferent to everyone, with a face full of arrogance. Maybe it was because he had no teeth, and the sound made by his dry lips was a bit unclear.
"Jisheng," Wang Zhishui patted Zhang Jisheng's shoulder, nodded and smiled at us, and followed the old man away.
"I heard that this old man once saw the ancient temple in Wawu Mountain." Xiangyu lowered his voice and said in my ear, "He has a good background. The professor spent a lot of effort to invite him out. His
My eyes were injured when I went into the mountains with the professor, so I can't see bright light."
"Then the professor didn't find the ancient temple, right? Many of these people are just making things up, right?" I whispered.
At this time, the old man walking in front suddenly stopped.
I stopped in a hurry, muttering to myself, does this old man have such good ears?
When we entered the mountain, we took a relatively remote road. According to the old man, if we want to enter the Lost Souls, we must first go to Shangfen Village and pass through the village to enter the Lost Souls. That is the best route.
The map in our hand did not have any label about Shangfen Village. After asking for a long time, we found out that Shangfen Village is located deep in Wawu Mountain. It suffered a lightning strike ten years ago and is already a deserted village.
We took long-distance buses first, then minibuses, then motorcycles, and finally ox carts.
The mountain paths were rugged and the ox cart was very bumpy. After the driver negotiated the price with Zhang Jisheng, he said nothing else along the way and looked at us with strange eyes from time to time.
"Zhou Cang, this coachman is so strange. Is he trying to get rich or kill himself?" Xiangyu said to me quietly on the way.
"You are stupid. There are five of us, except you and the old gentleman, two young guys and a middle-aged uncle. Can the coachman beat us?" I smiled.
"Maybe he has some accomplices."
"You think too much."
When we stopped under the bullock cart, we thought we were at the right place. As a result, when we got off the cart, we saw endless hills in front of us.
"Big brother, why did you stop here and didn't see the village?" Zhang Jisheng asked the coachman.
"We can only go here. The village is just ahead. You can find it yourself." The driver said, pulling the rope, turning the cart around, and heading down the mountain.
Zhang Jisheng grabbed the cow rope and said, "Brother, we will give you more money. You can send us to the front of the village. The mountain roads in these barren mountains are not easy to walk. There are old men and girls among our team members."
"It doesn't matter how much money you add." After the driver said this, he drove the ox cart down the mountain.
The hills here are different from those along the southern coast. They have high altitudes and dense bushes. Probably because they have been inaccessible in the past ten years, the mulch underground is very thick.
Zhang Jisheng cut some branches to use as crutches for us. Professor Wang and the old man walked in the front, and we followed behind, exploring the way as we walked.