You are my golden finger

After some effort, the group finally reached the Golden Summit.

Standing on the top of the Golden Summit, looking around, the rolling sea of ​​clouds makes you feel like you are in a fairyland. The mountains in the distance are looming in the clouds, like a beautiful landscape painting. The tall statue of the Bodhisattva shines brightly under the sunlight, adding a sense of sacredness.

“I will climb to the top of the mountain and look down on all the other mountains.” Lin Siyu chanted the poem, feeling a sense of pride in his heart.

"We are less than three feet away from the sky. Maybe we can pick the stars if we stretch out our hands tonight!" An An obviously remembered the saying.

"No one is allowed to sleep in tomorrow morning!" Big Sister Ming Ruyue gave the order.

That night, we stayed at the Golden Summit and walked on it, feeling very close to the sky. We agreed to get up early the next day to watch the sunrise.

In the early morning, when the first ray of sunlight shines on the Golden Summit of Mount Emei, the whole world seems to be awakened.

The sky gradually turned pale, and then a brilliant morning glow dyed the sky red. The color changed from light to dark, like a beautiful watercolor painting.

Gradually, the sun rose slowly from the horizon, and the golden light instantly illuminated the earth. Under the sunlight, the sea of ​​clouds shone with golden brilliance, like a dream. The mountain peaks were also dyed with a layer of gold, appearing particularly majestic and spectacular.

"'Ten thousand rays of red sun shine, and rolling clouds turn into gold', these two lines of poetry are so vivid!" Xinfeng rarely showed off his knowledge of books and recited them in an elegant manner.

Leaving Mount Emei, the beautiful mountain scenery seemed to still be in front of us. The temple was looming, and the red walls and yellow tiles looked particularly solemn against the lush background. The golden roof shone with golden light under the sunlight, and the huge Bodhisattva statue stood in the clouds, overlooking the earth with a compassionate gaze, as if it was the connection point between the human world and the fairyland.

As the journey progressed, we gradually entered the Yunfu. Along the way, the mountains were undulating, and the green vegetation covered the earth, as if covering the earth with a thick green carpet.

Whenever Xihui, Xinfeng and others saw a relatively open area, they would stop to observe the mountains, water flows and soil. It was obvious that they had the same plan as An An.

The peaks are in various shapes, some are like sharp swords piercing the sky, and some are like camel humps. In some valleys, colorful wild flowers are in full bloom, swaying in the breeze and emitting bursts of fragrance.

Occasionally you can see some quaint villages with smoke rising from the chimneys, full of the breath of life, giving people a sense of tranquility and peace.

Most of the houses in the village are built of stone and wood, simple and natural. Various vegetables and fruit trees are planted in front of and behind the houses, and the green leaves and red fruits complement each other.

"These places are suitable for growing various grains and medicinal herbs." Xingcheng said thoughtfully when he saw these scenes.

"Well, Yun Mansion is a place where it is spring all year round, and the harvest from growing various crops should be good." Xihui also agreed very much.

After several days' journey, the group finally arrived at the ancient city of Zhaoli.

The ancient city of Zhaoli is a different scene. The ancient city walls tell the vicissitudes of history, and the mottled bricks and stones on the city walls seem to tell people stories of the past.

The streets in the city are crisscrossed, and the bluestone roads have been polished smooth and shiny over the years.

The shops along the street are full of various special handicrafts and delicacies. The colorful tie-dyed fabrics flutter in the wind, and the exquisite silver jewelry shines in the sun.

Everyone stops here to rest, slow down their pace, savor the unique style of Zhaoli, and feel the romance and leisure of this ancient city.

After resting for a day in Zhaoli City, everyone went to Canghai to enjoy the scenery.

The vast sea is like a huge mirror, reflecting the blue sky and white clouds. The water and sky meet, which is beautiful. When the breeze blows, the lake surface sparkles and ripples, as if it is a wonderful piece of music played by nature. The water birds in the lake sometimes play on the water surface for food, and sometimes flap their wings and fly high, adding a bit of agility to this beautiful lake view.

But this beautiful scene was soon broken by a loud noise. Amid the blaring gongs and drums, there were the cries of children and the heart-wrenching screams of women.

"Let my child go! Please let my child go."

"What's going on? Go and take a look." Qi Jinghao ordered his men.

"Master, the villagers over there are preparing to sacrifice to the river god!" Soon the subordinate came back to report.

"Let's go and take a look. Everyone be careful." Xihui glanced at everyone and decided to take everyone there.

At the lakeside, the villagers looked solemn, their eyes full of awe and fear. A group of men, women, old and young, dressed in coarse linen clothes gathered together, quietly waiting for the terrible moment to come.

Not far away, two young figures were trembling. They were the chosen boys and girls. The boy was only about six or seven years old, his eyes were full of fear and helplessness. He bit his lips tightly, trying not to cry out. The girl was a little younger, she was in tears, her young face was full of fear.

They were wrapped in gorgeous clothes, like precious sacrifices, but these beautiful clothes could not hide their inner helplessness.

Their mother was being held captive by two servants, crying bitterly. It was obvious that the crying and shouting just now came from her.

The altar was filled with servants in uniform, on high alert. The altar was filled with various offerings, and the smoke from the incense and candles seemed to convey people's awe to the mysterious river god.

A gray-haired priest, wearing a solemn robe, holding a staff, with a solemn face, muttered something, and the ancient spell echoed in the air, as if he was communicating with the river god.

Following the priest's loud shout, the villagers knelt down, kowtowed and prayed.

The boy and girl were slowly escorted to the altar by four men. Their steps were heavy and weak, and every step seemed like they were walking towards an endless abyss.

The boy's eyes revealed a hint of stubbornness, while the girl burst into tears. Their mother had already fainted.

The priest raised his staff and pointed it at the blue lake. The sunlight shone on the lake, making the waves sparkle, but it could not dispel the terrifying atmosphere.

In this silent moment, it seems as if the whole world is waiting for the coming of the river god.

The servants around the priest began to throw whole raw chickens and ducks into the river, and soon the lake began to surge.

The villagers watched all this in horror, their hearts filled with awe for the river god. They believed that this was a sign that the river god had appeared.

Soon, the whole raw chickens and ducks disappeared, and the villagers began to whisper: "The river god's men took away the offerings."

Xihui, Xinfeng, Qi Jinghao and Ruan Mingyue looked at each other and nodded to each other.

The priest began to chant a spell quickly, as if trying to summon the river god, and suddenly his staff stopped in the air.

The servant who was holding the two children captive lifted them up and was about to throw them into the river.

Qi Jinghao and Ruan Mingyue stepped forward, each using two knife moves to rescue the boy and girl respectively.

Xihui drew his sword and pointed it at the priest's throat, while Xinfeng stood on guard.

"Who are you? How dare you disrupt our sacrifice! Don't you want to live?" The priest shouted loudly in a timid manner.