I walked up the mountain listlessly. The wildflowers on the roadside that were about to wither didn't arouse my sympathy at all. Even a bird singing on the branch gave me a feeling of screaming. It was frightened by my stone and left in panic.
Only a mountain red fruit hanging on the roadside gave me a little good mood. I climbed up the tree and sat between the two branches to eat heartily.
Mountain red was sour and sweet, but it was a pity that eating too much would make one's teeth sore.
When I returned to the Taoist temple, I was surprised to find that Taoist Haotian had disappeared. I didn't know where he had gone. I didn't see him either.
I turned to the platform on the west side of the Taoist temple and looked out. The sky was misty with white clouds and the mountains in the distance were green.
What a pleasant scenery!
I was in a good mood for a moment. When I lowered my head unintentionally, my good mood instantly dropped to dozens of degrees below zero.
Looking down from my position, there was a stone cliff below. The stone cliff was steep as if it was cut by a knife. There were also a few small curved trees sticking out from the stone wall on the cliff, trying hard to maintain their balance and embellish the monotonous scenery on the cliff.
Further down, I saw the pool.
It turns out that the pool is right below our Taoist temple.
From this angle, the pool looked like a round mirror shining in the sun. If I hadn't seen the pool, I would have thought that it was a great blessing to look down at the pool from the Taoist temple.
However, I saw the true appearance of the pool just now and felt a chill run down my spine.
I picked up a stone and threw it down.
The stone landed for a long time before splashing a splash in the pool that I almost didn't see.
If a person fell from here, who knew how big the splash would be?
This thought suddenly gave me a fright. Even my legs were trembling. I quickly shrank back from here.
Could the corpse have been thrown down from here?
Haotian Taoist came out of nowhere and laughed at me with a smile."Looking at the scenery! It was the most beautiful place to watch the sunset.”
Seeing the old Daoist's smile, I banished the terrifying thought in my heart and laughed at him.
Watching the sunset? I'm not interested in watching the sunset. The sunset is infinitely good, but it's almost dusk. No matter how beautiful the sunset is, I'm not interested.
After the old Daoist laughed, he went to the front.
Bored, I returned to my bedroom. I had nothing to do but sleep.
I slept all the way until night. I only woke up when the old Daoist called me for dinner.
The consequence of sleeping during the day was insomnia at night.
In the middle of the night, I heard a gust of wind again, followed by a whoosh and then silence.
I got up and ran to the window to look out. Naturally, I didn't see anything.
For three consecutive nights, this sound appeared around midnight. It was very short and regular.
So, tonight, I decided not to sleep until that sound appeared. I want to see what it is.
However, it was only morning, and there was still a long time to wait before night. I had nothing better to do and ran down the mountain.
Of course, it wasn't to look at the fish. Now, I feel nauseous just looking at those fish.
The little nun was still washing clothes by the river. It was like this every day. There were only two people in their temple. He didn't know where she got so many clothes to wash.
The little nun still didn't talk to me, but she had improved. She no longer ran away when she saw me.
If you want to tell how old the little nun is from her appearance, I think it's a waste of effort. Her sallow and emaciated appearance now almost blurs all the characteristics between ten to eighteen years old. If you say she's ten years old, maybe she's actually seventeen or eighteen years old.
You had to think that she was seventeen or eighteen years old, but she did not look more than eleven or twelve years old, because you could hardly see any female characteristics on her.
If she didn't have an Adam's apple, I would have thought she was a little monk.
Actually, I wasn't interested in facing a wooden puppet whose age couldn't be determined, gender couldn't be distinguished, and couldn't speak. However, I really couldn't find anything in common with me here, so I could only talk nonsense to the little nun.
The auspicious day that I needed didn't appear, so my apprenticeship ceremony was delayed. There was nothing much to talk about with him. After all, there was a generation gap.
I couldn't talk to the trees on the mountain, the birds on the trees, or the insects on the ground. They couldn't understand me at all.
Although the little nun didn't speak, she could at least understand what I said.
I squatted by the river and sang to the little nun. Although the little nun didn't even look at me, I knew she was listening.
I mainly talked about some interesting things outside the mountains, such as some village rumors and some interesting stories in the school. I added some water into it and it became a vivid story.
The little nun listened attentively, which could be seen from her actions of forgetting to wash her clothes.
Soon, it was noon. The little nun picked up a basin and reluctantly walked back.
"Hey! What is your name? If you don't speak, I'll call you Little Mute in the future.”
The little nun hesitated for a moment, as if she had no intention of answering. She prepared to continue walking.
"If you don't tell me your name, I won't tell you a story tomorrow.”
This sentence was lethal. The little nun stopped in her tracks, turned around, and said two words in a decibel that was not much different from a mosquito's voice,"Red Dust."
Red Dust? Was this her real name or Dharma name? I wanted to ask again, but she had already left.
In the afternoon, I went back to sleep to recover my energy. I wanted to see what the hell was that wind.
Dinner was still rice porridge and salted vegetables. I was already full just by looking at them. I planned to go to the mountains tomorrow to see if I could catch some wild game to improve my diet. I was already full of birds.
I lay on the brick bed and looked at the ceiling, waiting for time.
Who knew that the heavens wouldn't do anything nice? With a crack of thunder, the rain came. Outside, lightning flashed and thunder roared, mixed with the sound of the wind.
This sound was impossible. I estimated the time and ran to the window to guard it.
I can't hear anything, but with the help of the lightning, I might be able to see something.
After an unknown amount of time, my eyes were dazzled by the lightning, but I didn't find anything.
I guessed that it was already past midnight and was about to go back to bed. Just as I was about to turn around, I was surprised to see the window of the east wing slowly closing.
The window had always been open, and now it was closing.
I'm sure that it wasn't caused by the wind or rain, because there's a hook on the window. Without external force to remove the binding of the hook, it's impossible to close it in a wind below level seven.
It was closed by an external force. There was nothing outside, so it could only mean that the external force came from the east wing.
But I've been watching, but I didn't see any movement in the east wing!
The window closed quietly and never opened again.# Daguan Review Passed: Daguan Time:021420196:28PM
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