After Lao Miao Zhu's figure completely disappeared from sight, Lao Li motioned for me to come to the lake for a chat.
Because of the heavy rain during the day, the lakeside was particularly cool at night. The waves on the lake were slightly swaying and the cool breeze was blowing, which made my whole body and mind feel comfortable.
But I didn't have the extra mood to appreciate the scenery of the lake and mountains. When I got to the edge of the lake beach, before I could sit down, I couldn't help but ask: "Old Li, what's the problem with the temple blessing?"
"Brother Zhou, the flute sound just now was not played by the temple, but came from the bottom of the lake." Old Li sat cross-legged on the lake beach and stared at the water waves in the distance.
"But, he clearly has a flute in his hand." I said doubtfully.
"Yes, but his flute is a five-hole flute, which can only play the four-tone scale defined by modern Western music. The piece just now is a complete seven-tone scale, so the piece just now cannot be
It was played by his flute." Old Li said leisurely.
"Wow, Lao Li, you know so much." I was dumbfounded by Li Zhuochen's words. This middle-aged man who seemed almost dull could actually have such musical literacy. It was really impressive.
An unfathomable feeling.
"Why do you think Miao Zhu lied?" Lao Li didn't seem to hear my appreciation and asked me the next question directly.
This question really confused me. What was Lao Miaozhu lying to cover up?
"Brother Zhou, let me ask you another way. Why do you think Lao Miao Zhu revealed to us the fact that there is an ancient city under the waters of Lao Ye Temple?" Li Zhuochen withdrew his eyes from looking into the distance.
He looked at me and said.
When Lao Li said this, I seemed to be suddenly reminded. The sacrificial ceremony I encountered underwater seemed to have included music in the entire process. Could it be that music plays a special role in the sacrificial ceremony?
function.
"Brother Zhou, have you thought of something?" Lao Li probably saw me looking thoughtful, so he asked.
When I was asked this question, I suddenly raised my head and looked at Lao Li, thinking in my mind, can I trust Lao Li, or in other words, can I still trust Chen Mo?
Lao Li is such a smart person. He could tell at a glance that I was aware of something but didn't want to tell it, so he said: "Brother Zhou, in fact, I may not even be considered a minor role in this story. I
I am reminding you because I want you to have a clear understanding in your mind. As long as you know what the people around you are doing and whether they are as you see them, you don’t need to explain it to me."
"Okay, Lao Li, I understand." I said softly without any unnecessary explanation. Regardless of whether Lao Li was an enemy or a friend, I accepted his words.
"I added some equipment for you during the day. You can go into the water for the second time tomorrow. Let's go to bed early tonight." Lao Li said, stood up, patted the sand on his butt, and went straight to the water without waiting for me.
Went back.
I did not follow Lao Li back, but sat alone on the beach, carefully recalling the sacrifice I participated in under the water, and the shocking music, and wanted to abstract the components of the flute sound from it.
See if you can find some useful information.
However, I sat in the shadow on the lake beach, until I became part of the shadow, but I couldn't think of a reason. Instead, the scene of the fish-faced man waving white thatch and writing crazily on the bamboo slips always flashed before my eyes.
It looks like it's going back and forth.
I picked up a dead branch nearby and roughly drew it on the beach according to the impression of the five objects drawn by the fish-faced man in my memory. I looked at the five messy objects. In the tile house
After the phone call with my father at the foot of the mountain, I would draw this special text whenever I had free time. Sometimes I didn’t have a pen and paper at hand, so I would draw on the table or even on my pants with my fingers.
,So, it is no longer particularly difficult for me to imitate those five groups of things.
"In the year of Tai Sui and Yi You, the rain is not even. Although half of the harvest is harvested in the morning and evening, the field laborers work hard every day. Yanlu, mulberry and hemp are good, and Jingwu wheat and beans are green. Although silkworms have enough leaves, the clusters are as white as silver. The snow is freezing in three winters, flooding and soaking the wheels."
I muttered it lightly, unable to understand the mystery behind it.
What is the relationship between this ancient text and the Earth Mother Sutra? Why did the fish-faced man write them together?
Although my head was thinking all the time, I didn't stop with the dead branches in my hands. I kept imitating the five things that seemed to be tangled together with many small paintings on the lake beach.
Suddenly, I seemed to have discovered something.
Through these days of research, I also have a certain understanding of characters. I roughly know that the ancient characters that appear in ancient temples should be relatively complex logograms, which is a writing system that uses a mark to express a complete meaning.
One or several different principles can be designed, such as pictography, understanding, pretense, etc. Chinese is generally considered a logogram.
I wrote the five groups of things carefully again, and it felt like I had discovered the writing rules of this ancient writing.
In the past, probably because of the qualitative thinking that Chinese characters have given me since I was sensible, I have always felt that each group of patterns in this kind of ancient writing represents a word. However, when I was writing just now, I suddenly felt, would every word represent a word?
A pattern represents a sentence, or a complete meaning. The ancient temple people or the fish-faced people, when they see these entangled patterns, they will know what meaning they express, just like what we see now
When there is a p in a circle, you know you can park there.
Therefore, these five groups of things correspond to the five sentences in the "Earth Mother Sutra".
Wow, this is really a major discovery. I couldn't help but cheer in my heart.
All I need is a bottle of beer, otherwise I can raise a glass and celebrate. I was a little ecstatic about my accidental discovery.
Extreme joy brings sorrow. These words of the ancients are definitely derived through countless practices.
While I was still complacently immersed in these ancient texts, pairs of green eyes were quietly emerging on the lake. By the time I discovered it, the entire Laoye Temple water area was almost covered by these green eyes.
I was the only one on the vast beach. I was instantly frightened to the point where my soles became weak. In addition, I had been squatting on the ground for so long that I could hardly stand up.
But at this time, the low sound of the flute came faintly from the distance. The green eyes on the lake seemed to be a little turbulent, and the faint green light looked like countless fireflies flapping their wings.
The sound of the flute suddenly changed its tune, and the green eyes suddenly became quiet again.
Oh my god, I was so scared that I peeed and rolled and crawled out of the lake beach.