After lunch, the siblings rode electric bikes to Yunyang Temple in Xiaoyang Mountain.
Yunyang Temple is said to have been built in the early Ming Dynasty.
The main hall at that time was located on the top of Xiaoyang Mountain, which was named after Yunyang Temple.
But time is always ruthless. Four to five hundred years of war and man-made disasters have completely removed the palace, which was not grand in the first place. Only the lush and tall ginkgo tree and more than an acre of paved land at its feet are left. Large stone slabs.
On the walls and roofs of many old houses in the village today, you may still be able to find masonry tiles left over from the Taoist temples at that time.
The Yunyang Temple at the foot of the mountain was scaled down and built by Taoist Lu according to the architectural layout on the top of the mountain.
Ever since Taoist Master Lu died in Yang Zhao's sophomore year, the temple has become empty.
Usually, Yang’s father and Wang’s mother would come over to put incense sticks and clean the house.
Putting the electric car at Yunyang Temple, the two of them started climbing the mountain.
Xiaoyang Mountain is not high, and there are roads on the mountain, but today's young people are not very physically fit. When the two of them climbed to the top of the mountain, they were out of breath and speechless.
After resting for a long time, Yang Yun took out his mobile phone and looked at it. Sure enough, there was no signal here. "How are we going to do our experiment? Or should you give me a call?"
"There is no signal on this mountain, and we can't get through each other's calls. Why don't we see if we can get online."
With that said, Yang Zhao took off the Taoist sign and stuck it on the back of his phone. He turned on the phone and entered the web search. Sure enough, everything could operate normally and there was no lag.
She slowly moved away from the phone while holding the road signs. The web page also became laggy little by little. There was no signal after about ten centimeters.
Yang Yun tilted his head and watched her slowly doing the experiment, his eyes getting brighter and brighter. Maybe this discovery could shock the world.
"Sister, sister, sister, try it for me, try it for me."
He excitedly took the Tao sign from his sister and put it on his mobile phone for further experiments.
Yang Zhao just looked at her brother there, being silly and happy, with a bit of pity in his eyes.
He didn't seem to realize that the strangeness of this Taoist sign would not be of much help to their future lives and career development.
Because their family's financial conditions were not very good, the two siblings attended public-funded normal schools. Yang Zhao studied English, and Yang Yun studied history.
Both of them are liberal arts students.
Yang Zhao stood up, patted the dirt on his pants, and walked towards the big ginkgo tree in the middle of the mountain top.
In the past, Daochang Lu came to the top of the mountain to practice kungfu every day, and Yang Zhao and his brother often followed him to play when they were young.
No one has been cleaning up the mountain in the past two years, and the gaps between the stone slabs are filled with weeds and short shrubs, making the ginkgo look unusually tall.
The cool northern wind in early October dyed the big ginkgo a mottled yellowish color.
She stood still in front of the ginkgo tree, bowed and saluted, and said, "I have met Master Gongsun."
His master once told him that there were two big ginkgo trees in the temple.
A Gongsun Zan, this one on the top of the mountain.
A Gongsun Yong was in another Yunyang Temple.
The disciples in Guanzhong have called them uncles from generation to generation.
The mountain breeze was blowing by, and the leaves were rustling, as if returning the favor, which made her slightly lost in thought.
"I've also met Master Gongsun!" Yang Yun followed him at some point.
"Why don't you play anymore?"
"I just realized that there is no chance for either of us, so you can bring it with you." Yang Yun said and put the Taoist sign around her neck, and then excitedly handed her the phone over.
"Look at the video I just took. Isn't it beautiful? If you put it on my account, it will definitely become popular and gain hundreds of followers."
Both siblings have their own short video accounts to make some extra money.
Yang Zhao works as a translator for foreign fantasy and comedy videos. He has maintained an account for three years and now earns three to four thousand yuan a month.
Yang Yun has just registered and has not yet decided on an operational theme.
Yang Zhao tilted his head and saw that he had recorded a short video of himself walking over and saluting Master Gongsun.
The sky, the giant tree, and the people saluting under the tree. When the wind blows, the tension in the picture rushes towards your face.
Seeing this, Yang Zhao couldn't help but praise him repeatedly.
"Sister, please do something for me. I'll take another photo of such a beautiful scenery."
As soon as she turned her head, she saw Yang Yun looking at her with a fawning expression.
"You also know that my master taught me a skill, and it's not martial arts, it's just a formality."
"It's okay, I just want that ecstatic feeling."
"Okay, then I'll go take a few walks to get familiar with it, and I'll try to do it again later."
She looked around and found the stone slab that Taoist Master Lu had ordered for her to stand on when going through the motions. There was also a mottled Tai Chi diagram on the stone slab.
Yang Yun, on the other hand, ran around his sister from a distance with his mobile phone, trying to find the best shooting distance and angle.
After a while, he found a satisfactory place and squatted down, and asked in a loud voice: "Sister, are you okay?"
"I can start." After more than ten years of practice, she was worthy.
"Then 3, 2, 1 starts!"
Yang Zhao found the correct position, walked the Seven Stars and Stepped on the Bagua and started moving.
There are a total of 27 steps in this transition. The first nine steps were fine, but the tenth step started to take a lot of effort, and it felt like the wind was getting stronger.
By the eighteenth step, it was even more like being in the water, with every move and every move being in the way.
She suddenly felt something was wrong, and she wanted to stop as soon as she stopped her strength, but in a trance, she heard a clear male voice ringing in her mind.
"Xiao Zhao'er, don't be afraid, keep walking."
Yang Zhao's scalp was about to explode, but that voice seemed to have some irresistible magic power, pushing her to continue walking.
In the nineteenth step, the water began to flow slowly.
On the twenty-second step, the rushing water made her stand a little unsteady.
On the twenty-fifth step, she stepped into the huge waves and was thrown up high and hit hard.
On the twenty-sixth step, the water had flooded the top of her head, and her lungs hurt with every breath she took. Yang Zhao became panicked, would she die?
She struggled in fear to escape, but her body involuntarily took the last step.
In an instant, the sky and the earth went dark, and the huge water pressure imprisoned her so that she could not move. The oxygen in her lungs seemed to be squeezed out, and her brain was buzzing.
She vaguely heard someone calling her sister, but she couldn't figure out who it was. Then he fainted.
But Yang Yun, who was not far away, was dumbfounded. He watched helplessly as his sister's front legs were still there in the strong wind to take videos, while the entire mountain peak behind her back legs went dark.
Although it only went dark for a second or two before returning to normal, his sister was gone.
"Sister, sister, stop playing, come out!"
Yang Yun stumbled over and ran around the ginkgo. Then he ran to the place where his sister was filming the video and stamped on the stone slab under his feet. It was real.
The top of this mountain is clearly visible and there is no way to hide anyone.
Could she have rolled off the summit platform?
With strong hope, Yang Yun searched carefully around the perimeter of the summit platform, but couldn't find it.
Looking at the empty mountaintop, he was completely panicked. With only those one or two seconds, where could Yang Zhao run!
He tremblingly took out his cell phone and wanted to call his sister, but there was no signal at all on Xiaoyang Mountain.
"Sister! Where are you? Sister! Yang Zhao!"
