The anniversary is coming soon, I wish the big ball is back. This year healed the sorrow in my heart, but also destroyed the "refining center" of Guyu country. I killed Xuanli, the brother of Guishi Zong Xuanzhou, and became the most wanted criminal in Guyu country. I was too embarrassed to return to my hometown.
I wish Daqiu once again sets foot on the land of the United Arab Emirates, it feels like a lifetime ago. When we arrived at the elm forest, the ground was covered with fallen leaves. Entering Gou Sui's courtyard, the house still looked collapsed.
After mourning for a long time, he realized that there were eight people in the elm forest, surrounding him. I hope the big ball falls out of the wall and I don't want to be stained with blood in this sacred place.
Eight people appeared at the same time, wearing the same clothes. There is a circle of big red needles on the gray-blue sleeve robe. At the same time, the hook is thrown out of the sleeve, sharp and barbed. Once you're hooked, it's hard to get out.
With a short body, Zhu Daqiu huddled to one side, put two hook chains in his hand, and pulled the two people closer, and penetrated his "food finger" into his heart. Before the other six people could react, a hole was poked in their heart.
"Qiyu, mother-in-law, the coffin master has sent eight sacrifices!"
Zhu Daqiu grabbed someone's clothes nearby and wiped off the blood. The scene from two years ago gradually emerged in front of my eyes.
Arriving at Gugou Town, which had been massacred, the water from the entire canyon flowed past their tombs.
The canyon was their tomb.
After seven days of silent mourning, Zhu Daqiu burned his self-portrait in front of the tomb. Stay with them forever on your behalf.
Decided to live in his own way and find out the coffin owner hiding in the depths!
Approaching the separation wall of the pilgrimage area, after crossing it, there are dense layers of cypress walls inside. There are three layers inside and outside the wall. Unless one of the rows is cut off, no matter how short or thin you are, you will not be able to get through.
After crossing the past, this side was lined with green trees, lush flowers and plants, and even the sunshine felt different. Zhu Daqiu couldn't help but sigh: How many people have been killed by the deliberately created barriers!
Mixing in behind the passers-by, most of the villages along the way had earthen walls and grass roofs, which was very different from what he had imagined. It’s not the paradise they call it.
In order to survive, the people at the bottom are struggling on the poverty line and scrimping on food and clothing just for the five-year pilgrimage. They haggle over everything and even quarrel over pennies.
What's even more bizarre is that people in a village have not cut their hair for many years, resulting in both men and women having very long hair. The length of the hair depends on the person's frugality.
On the two roads of pilgrimage and piety, the big ball of blessings switches. There are many people who are truly devout, and there are also those who put on a show to show off to others. In order to complete the task, no matter how long or tortuous the two roads are, they must pass through a "Hands Bridge" in the end - two giant stone hands, held in the palm of their hands. bridge.
There is only a narrow mountain road that connects to the bridge. There are mountains on both sides that are too high to reach the end, and below there are valleys that are as deep as the bottom. Good luck requires a pass.
Zhu Daqiu stayed in the hotel for several days. It’s easy to walk on rainy days. The sky was overcast, it was raining lightly, and dark clouds were floating. Wrap the picture folder in oil paper and climb up the mountain while no one is around. There is a guard and pass checker every ten meters on the bridge and mountain path.
He originally planned to draw a fake pass, but after making it, he realized that there was a mystery hidden in the pass. If you are exposed and become the object of attention, don't even think about sneaking into the Three Sacred Mountains.
There was no one around, so I turned into the forest and found a relatively flat mountain area, and prepared to go up the mountain. Fortunately, it stopped raining.
There were dark clouds in the sky, as if they were stacked one on top of another, and the sun's rays shot out from between them. At first, I didn't take it seriously. After going up the mountain, I suddenly remembered something, and I was confused.
There was nothing unusual going down the mountain, and I gradually felt relieved.
Just after crossing the river valley and climbing out of the cliff bank, a woman with an upturned bun and an orange dress hanging down from her body came floating towards her. With a move of "willow hanging face", the gauze shot down.
I hope the big ball turns over and falls into the valley. The woman immediately jumped down from the "mountain waterfall".
She is Zhu Yin, one of the "Six Constant Attendants". The news came that "Bachang Sheng" was dead. Although she was not hers, the owner of the coffin still asked her to come and see the situation.
She speculated that that person would definitely not walk on the bridge. This is the only way to walk over the mountains, so make tea on the mountain and wait. I wanted to capture him in one fell swoop while he was still on a firm footing and taking a breath, but I didn't want him to be decisive and take the initiative to fall off the cliff.
The curtains in front of Zhu Daqiu's eyes were heavy and colorful, covering him as if he was under an illusion. He thought: To control such a light gauze, you must have extraordinary attainments in flying skills, and you must be a master in controlling the flow of air.
Zhu Daqiu followed his plan and allowed him to wrap himself up. He was so tightly wrapped that he was lifted up.
Zhu Yin was worried and shot out six gold and silver needles to pre-seal his bloodline.
Hearing the sound, Zhu Daqiu rolled up, blocked the gold and silver needle with tulle, and broke the white gauze into pieces.
Zhu Yin stared angrily. His gauze was thin and tough, making it difficult to make.
"I won't play hide and seek with you!"
Zhu Daqiu flew up the mountain. Zhu Yin was angry and annoyed. He chased after him and shot 12 gold and silver needles halfway up the mountain.
I hope the big ball will hit the stone, get close to the mountain wall, and avoid the gold and silver needles. Looking back, Zhu Yin was dusting himself off. Feeling mischievous, he grabbed two stones, smashed them into pieces and threw them down.
There was a pot of fragrant tea brewing in the pavilion. I poured out the tea cup, raised the pot and drank the tea, then walked down the mountain with a smile.
Zhu Yin came up with a disgraceful face, angrily slapped the pavilion pillar in pieces with his palm, and she hid in panic. Said: "Just wait for me!"
He didn't chase him either. Someone from the Three Sacred Mountains would catch him.
In front of you is a vast expanse of green grass, with a smooth avenue running through it, and several roads connecting it, submerged in the shade of trees.
Zhu Daqiu blended in with the crowd. Everyone was barefoot on the road, but he was the only one wearing shoes.
No one spoke, some knelt down and worshiped, some walked with their feet on their shoulders, and some walked slowly with small steps carrying their belongings. At every intersection, there were fewer people, and only pilgrims were left on the road.
He followed the three vendors into the alley. The three vendors sat down and put on their shoes, and he was in front of them. The path forked again, so I chose one, and after walking for a few miles, there was no one there.
Zhu Daqiu Xin said: This is too conspicuous.
Go to the forest on the side, jump from one tree to another, and see a farmer carrying a chain on his back on the path. Take the super shortcut to the front and pretend to rest.
The farmer asked: "Are you also a pilgrim taking the side road?"
Zhu Daqiu hummed vaguely. The farmer, who was about 50 years old and had a withered complexion, also sat down to rest, playing with his robe, and said: "I will definitely see the owner of the coffin this year and let him touch my head with his own hands. It will not be in vain that I have saved most of my life."
"You're very well prepared, so it's hard for me to see the coffin owner!"
Zhu Daqiu deliberately showed an expression of disfavor.
"It was successful the first time, and many people stopped using it. Is the square thing you are carrying an antique?"
I wish the ball was non-committal.
"Seeing as you are quite young, I will pass on my secret to you."
The farmers became enthusiastic. A pair of eyes, leaning towards the middle, a bit pitiful. It seems like I can never get rid of the dust on my trouser legs.
Zhu Daqiu looked it over, thinking that he had touched the Three Sacred Mountains without knowing it, and wondered if he had any tricks up his sleeve.
"That's best."
Nong: "If you take this path, it means you have realized the secret. Next, as long as you save seriously and live frugally, you can meet the coffin owner before you are 40 years old."
When I first came here, I was extremely religious. I have tried walking on one foot, kneeling, raising a hand, and bowing, but at most I can see a spiritual master. I was not lazy, and I later realized that if the money is enough, I can impress the coffin owner.
I turned all my savings into gold. The money for this pilgrimage should be small at the beginning, just show your intention. Save it and give it together at the end, that way you can impress people! "
"Is it that difficult to meet the coffin owner?"
Zhu Daqiu was both surprised and disappointed.
"Of course! It's like water flowing through a ditch. Only when one ditch is filled can it reach the next ditch. This money is water. After flowing through the spirit owner, it flows to the gold owner, flows through the gold owner, and then to the coffin owner."
"That makes sense. I've learned a lesson. I bet you're carrying gold?"
"Yes, the harvests have been good these years."
"Aren't you afraid that someone will rob you?"
"This kind of thing has never happened on the pilgrimage. If something like this happened, the nearby villagers would be in trouble. Not only would they have to accompany the pilgrims, but the whole village would also be punished. Is this your first time on a pilgrimage?"
"So be it."
The farmer smiled and said, "You are quite a thief."
"When you see the coffin owner, don't you just touch it?"
"If you touch him, it will be a blessing. You will also be rewarded with a golden coffin, and you will be buried in Jinding Mountain after your death."
Zhu Daqiuxin said: It turns out that this is how to get money. He obviously bought it himself, but he also said it was a reward.
Chat with him and then hit the road together.
When you arrive at Sansheng Mountain, there are three roads leading up the mountain. There is a person standing at each entrance, wearing a strange mask with a yellowish white background, red stripes that look like people dancing, and a pattern of leaping animals. It is intimidating, and his eyes are constantly looking at the people going up the mountain.
"You go up first, I'll go up later."
"The yellow path on the left is the gold master, the red path in the middle is the coffin master, and the white path on the right is the spiritual master. Don't choose the wrong one."
There were only people who went up, but no people who came down. Zhu Daqiu suspected it was a trap. Wait until dark and quietly touch it to find out.
I found a B&B that I thought was reliable, paid, sat on the bed to rest after dinner, and thought about the next step.
The thought of facing the coffin owner made me both nervous and excited.
The old woman entered the room and lit a stick of incense without any suspicion, and soon fell asleep. Immediately hold your breath and listen to the outside of the room. There are three people in front and two people behind.
Zhu Daqiu said: Not only did he discover me, he also found me.
