"All quit, all quit!" Zhang Quanzhong shouted.

Everyone ran out, and Wang Yongbang rushed over, pulled Mrs. Wang up, carried it on her shoulders and ran out.

Zhang Quanzhong leaned over to look at Sanshu and couldn't help sighing: "Because of the calamity, I can't help it, please don't blame me." ”

I approached and looked at Miki's charred face.

The electric shock was so strong that his eyes, ears, nostrils, and mouth were now burned black, leaving only a slight heaving of his throat and chest.

"I arrived late, entered Mr. Wang's bedroom, and found a large number of mechanisms. The electrification of the bamboo forest is only one of them, if there are other serious situations, this bamboo forest can be turned into a Shura dojo, and no matter how many enemies there are, they will all be wiped out. Zhang Quanzhong explained.

The shadow was the enemy, but its departure was not something to be happy about, but the beginning of another fierce battle.

"Let's go to the pavilion. Zhang Quanzhong proposed.

I probed Miki's carotid artery, felt that his breath was quite strong, and immediately helped him up.

"He's an outcast. Zhang Quanzhong frowned again.

The "discarded" is the saddest piece on the chessboard, and the only purpose of falling on the board is to be completely abandoned after being squeezed out of use value, and thrown down for the enemy to eat.

It's a pity that Sanshu has practiced for half his life and has become a chess piece.

"He's still alive, go back to the pavilion and talk about it. "I held the swaddling clothes in one hand and the three trees in the other, and walked with difficulty to the pavilion.

Zhang Quanzhong followed beside him, not helping, but putting his hands on the pergola and looking around.

Back at the pavilion, I asked Miki to lie down against the blue striped stone.

Zhang Quanzhong inspected around the pavilion, bending down to pick up the water from time to time, stirring up the sound of water.

I hope to save Sanshu so that he can go back to Tibet and continue his practice. Saving someone's life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, let alone saving the life of a thaumaturgist?

"Hey, Brother Xia, this is the 'Tian Yuan' position in the bamboo array, the place where energy gathers, and it is either a good fortune or a big murderer. Look at him, if you can save it, you can save it, if you can't save it, we will withdraw. Mr. Wang built this bamboo forest array, not only for self-cultivation, but also for other purposes......" Zhang Quanzhong groaned, looking up.

Anyone who walks into the pavilion will look down at eye level, and very few people want to explore what is on top of the pavilion.

When Zhang Quanzhong looked up, I immediately realized that all the changes in the mechanism were on the top of the pavilion.

"I'll go up and see!" I put the swaddling clothes next to the three trees and walked out of the pavilion.

About four and a half meters at the lowest point of the pavilion, I climbed a bamboo tree upward, climbed to a height of six meters above the ground, and kicked on the bamboo next to me with my legs. When the bamboo swayed from side to side, the body shrank and jumped, and landed lightly on the top of the pavilion.

Previously, I knew that there was a hollow on the top of the pavilion, but at this time, I found that in addition to the hollowing, there were eight pictures on the eight bluestone slabs embedded in the edge of the pavilion roof.

Chinese craftsmen have mastered the art of carving, and the stone slabs are so realistically carved that you can tell who the person is and what he is doing by his height, movements, and facial features.

What really shocked me was that I saw myself in the lithographs.

I don't know when the pavilion and bamboo forest were built, at least five years ago, which can be judged from the density of the purple bamboo and the depth of the moss on the bluestone slab.

Five years ago, I was just an unemployed young man in the old house on Qushuiting Street, and I didn't know Tang Wan, Zhang Quanzhong, or the Wang family. Why, then, did they carve me on the stone slab at the top of the pavilion? Who had such an unpredictable prophetic thaumaturgy to portray me vividly with my swaddling clothes in my arms?

On the bluestone slab at my feet, a man with webbed hands and feet was diving in the sea. In front of him is a huge shipwreck with a distinct Japanese sun flag logo on the side of the ship.

On another adjacent bluestone slab, a large mirror stood upright, and a man stood on each side, looking at each other through the mirror. Or rather, it is not a mirror, but a door frame, and those inside can come out by crossing the threshold, and those outside can enter by crossing the threshold.

What is particularly strange is that the people inside are set against the background of the sea, ships, lighthouses, submarines, and coastlines, while the people outside are set against the background of high-rise buildings and urban territory. Therefore, it is not easy to cross that threshold.

The painting is based on a side perspective, and I can't see the facial expressions of the two people clearly, but this "dilemma" emotion is very clearly expressed.

In another painting, a man floats lonely above the city, with a crescent moon and stars above his head and thousands of lights at his feet.

The theme of this painting should be "loneliness", even if this person has the ability to reach the sky, he will eventually become a lonely person, free from the small fortune of the world.

At best, he is detached from the world and independent from the world, or at worst, he is abandoned by the world and abandoned from the world.

The scary thing is that the person in this painting is me.

If these bluestone slabs were a sign of my future destiny, it would be truly terrifying.

"What's up there, do you want me to come up and take a look?" Zhang Quanzhong shouted from his back outside the pavilion.

I nodded: "It's some stone paintings, intriguing and worth seeing." ”

The impact of the slate painting on me was so great that I forgot that the crisis in the bamboo forest did not end with the withdrawal of the Wang family. On the contrary, after Wang Yonggang and his party withdrew, they had enough time, space, and means to deal with us.

In terms of the distinction between materialism and idealism, Wang Yongbang prefers the former, because this is determined by the orthodox education he received in school since he was a child.

He believed in materialism and questioned idealism, so in order to maintain his beliefs, he must completely eliminate the latter. Many people will make this choice, and Wang Yongbang is no exception.

In my eyes, Wang Yongbang is a cowardly man, timid in doing things, and his decisiveness is not even comparable to that of his wife. So, I ignored him. The result of ignoring him is to immediately trigger an even greater crisis.

Zhang Quanzhong climbed the purple bamboo with his hand and lifted it upward, and a few ups and downs went to the top of the pavilion.

When he saw the slate paintings, he was even more surprised than I was: "How can there be these paintings? I have visited Mr. Wang more than a dozen times, and he has never mentioned them at all." Who does the man with webbed hands and feet represent? Is it the lord of the merman? Who are the two people looking at each other in this painting? The last person to float in the air is ......"

He looked up at me, and I smiled wryly and nodded, "No doubt, the person in the last painting is me." ”

Zhang Quanzhong rubbed his hands: "This ...... It's really hard to say that the slate painting was not just carved today, it must have been Mr. Wang who anticipated today's events in advance...... In this way, in the end, everyone's ending is not optimistic. ”

I talked to Mr. Wang Zhenwu too little, and when the baby boy spoke, he expressed a very general meaning. Now, I think I know a few things, but before that layer of window paper is pierced, everything seems hazy and unstable.

"If that's the end, I'll admit it. I said.

Zhang Quanzhong's face was gloomy, and he slowly shook his head: "Brother Xia, never accept your fate." Once he accepted his fate, this heroic breath was vented. ”

I walked towards the middle of the pavilion and saw at least seventeen or eighteen hollow spots, through which the sunlight passed through and fell on the stone mills.

When people look up in the pavilion, they see the reverse side of the hollow pattern, and they can't tell what kind of shape it is. Now, when I look at it from the front, the graphics are clear, it's a map of the world divided into two hemispheres.

When European and American navigators drew the first spherical map of the world, the world's understanding of the earth was refreshed, so that all countries will appear in the atlas of the eastern and western hemispheres, the dots and lines are similar.

Mr. Wang carved a world map on the top of the pavilion, so that the light shines through a dozen points to the stone mill, and the stone mill rotates constantly, turning the static pattern into a dynamic pattern. What kind of effect did he get in the end? What did he want to build such a pavilion?

For a moment, I thought of the eerie scene when the stone mill turned into a millstone mountain.

The Mopan Mountain is round, and so is the earth.

The millstone mountain is rotating and grinding, and the earth is also autobiographical and revolutionary.

Mopan Mountain is composed of two hemispheres, and the map drawn up by European and American navigators for the first time is also divided into two hemispheres, the eastern and western hemispheres.

Everything is not a coincidence, it is all deliberately created by Mr. Wang. Moreover, he used the natural line of sunlight to connect the world map at the top of the pavilion with the stone mill in the pavilion, which must be to tell us some groundbreaking and enlightening cross-century truths.

"Mr. Zhang, what have you realized?" I turned to look at Zhang Quanzhong.

His gaze moved back and forth between the slate paintings and the map, and his brows were always locked: "I'm ashamed, I still can't comprehend the mystery laid by Mr. Wang for a while." ”

"The earth is rotating, things are always changing, don't look at things in a static way. When our perspective changes, the problem also changes, and we must observe the dynamic events with a dynamic eye in order to understand. Just like now, the sky is moving, the sunlight is moving, the light through the holes is moving, the millstone is moving, the water is moving, the earth is moving, all the cosmic stars are moving. What's more, your and my hearts are moving. What Mr. Wang wants to tell us is—"

Before I could finish my sentence, the light suddenly dimmed on all sides, and the day turned into night in an instant.

After about three seconds, I realized that it wasn't the weather that had changed, but that the pavilion was plummeting into the ground. The pavilion must have been built on some kind of electric platform, otherwise it would not have fallen so quickly.

I looked up, and the sky above me instantly turned into a round hole the size of a basin.

"It's too late!" Zhang Quanzhong only said four words, and then silently shut up.

In this rapid fall, no human force can play a role, so it can only passively fall and wait for the pavilion to stop.

I put my right index finger and middle finger on the veins in my left wrist and counted the time based on the pulse beat. My heart was beating about seventy-five beats per minute, or about three hundred, when the pavilion's fall slowed down and then slowly stopped.

Looking up, the entrance to the cave was long gone, and it was only pitch black.

Zhang Quanzhong leaned over and asked in a low voice, "What did you think of?"

In the constant fall, I prepared for the worst. In the mining accident, the gondola that the workers were riding in would also fall in a straight line like this, and finally hit the ground with a bang, and everyone could not even save the whole body. Now, the pavilion stopped, and I breathed a sigh of relief, and I was finally alive, which was the greatest luck.

"I thought that everything was left by Mr. Wang, but it was possible that the engine was turned off by Wang Yongbang. He must have brought us here in the hope that we would never live to bother him. I replied.

The baby, the three trees, and the stone mill were all in the pavilion, and if Wang Yongbang opened the mechanism, then he didn't even want the baby, and he didn't have the slightest worry about throwing a mouse bogey.

This person is so ruthless that he has no inheritance from the kind-hearted Mr. Wang Zhenwu.

"I also think it's Wang Yongbang, who is very disgusted with things that can't be explained by materialist theory, so he rejects all people and things in the field of thaumaturgy. The baby boy is born with memories and can speak at birth, and he will definitely be regarded as a demon by him. Mr. Wang is a thaumaturgist, not only rejuvenated, but also planted such a large piece of purple bamboo, probably Wang Yongbang has long been impatient, eager to clean it all out, only a vacant land. Well, now his purpose has been achieved. Zhang Quanzhong said.

We're stuck here, and there's nothing we can do but wait for help.

In the endless darkness, I slowly adjusted my breathing, not daring to be careless.

Suddenly, there was a cyan light on my left, miserable and ghostly.

I turned my head and looked into the light.

The straight-line distance between the light and me was about fifteen meters, and there was a narrow cyan corridor in between.

I waited for a moment and walked slowly to the corridor.

Zhang Quanzhong followed behind me, not saying a word.

The road is very solid, paved with bluestone slabs, and exudes a cold moisture.

It was so dark all around, and the road was so long, I could only force myself to calm down and move slowly.

I could hear Zhang Quanzhong's heavy breathing behind me, and people like him were so nervous in this environment, which showed how critical the situation was.

After walking for a while, Zhang Quanzhong gently patted me on the shoulder: "Shall we stop? ”

I shook my head lightly: "If you don't enter the tiger's den, how can you get the tiger?" Mr. Wang must have a deep meaning when he set up such an organ in the bamboo forest. If we go back like this, we will only be trapped in a deep well, but it is better to go straight forward and find the source of the matter. ”

Zhang Quanzhong sighed: "I didn't expect things to develop to such a point, it's really an accident, it's too unexpected! I was kind enough to serve the Wang family, but I was betrayed by Wang Yonggang, it seems that a good person can't do it." ”

I smiled wryly and didn't answer.

Zhang Quanzhong is not a good person, and from the fact that we have worked together for so long, everything he does has been carefully calculated, and it contains very complex interests driven. I don't believe that he came to the Wang family just to help the Wang family solve the problem, but at this time, it is useless to argue, and everyone can only cooperate sincerely to find a way out.

It is almost impossible to build such a long tunnel underground. Therefore, according to social conventions, all problems that cannot be explained by physical knowledge will be reduced to thaumaturgy.

When I walked into the light, I realized that it was just a night pearl embedded in the stone wall. Turn right from under it and there is another road. Similarly, the stone wall at the end of the corridor is also embedded with a night pearl, exuding the same quiet and eerie blue light.

After five twists and turns, Zhang Quanzhong and I stepped into a large stone room with bookshelves on all four walls. This time, there were 49 night pearls embedded in the ceiling of the room, seven horizontal and seven vertical, and the brightness was so bright that I could see the names of the ancient books on the shelves.

The books that can be treasured by the owner in the ground must be rare rare books in the world, I glanced at the spine of the book a few times, in addition to the works of Lao, Zhuang, Confucius, and Meng, there are also some lost works of Mojia and Legalism.

Looking closely, all the spine of the book is bound by jade silk and transcribed with a brush, stroke by stroke, neat and neat.

The stone room is already the end of the corridor, and in addition to me and Zhang Quanzhong, there are only four ancient books left in the room.

"Why did you lure us here? Could it be that the secrets are hidden in these books?" asked Zhang Quanzhong suspiciously.

None of us raised our hands to touch those books, which are rare books and must be very old. Flipping it rashly, I am afraid that these great ancient books will be turned into pieces in the blink of an eye.

"I can only say that it was Wang Yong who helped us. This is the underground courtyard set up by Mr. Wang Zhenwu, and no one is allowed to come in at ordinary times. If it weren't for Wang Yongbang's deliberate framing, we would have easily left the bamboo forest at this moment. I replied in a low voice.

In the center of the stone room, there are two rectangular stones, arranged in the shape of a curved ruler, which looks like a corner sofa.

Zhang Quanzhong and I sat down and naturally headed towards the bookshelf opposite.

If there is a sofa in a modern living room setting, there will be a TV, and the host and guests will sit and chat facing the TV.

I was thinking about it, and a virtual figure appeared in the sky, it was Mr. Wang Zhenwu.

The portrait was very realistic, and we were in a state of extreme confusion and uneasiness, so we suddenly had a sense of surprise that "you are here".

"Welcome here, this is my underground labyrinth, the wise man finds the treasure he wants and returns safely, the greedy man has nothing to gain, and even his life is left. I don't know if everyone here is lucky or bad?" Mr. Wang said freely.

He was wearing a black satin Tang suit, with gold and silver threads on the cuffs, buttons, and hem, and he was awe-inspiring and extraordinary.

I don't know how many years this video has been preserved, at least at that time, Mr. Wang was deaf and healthy, and he was not what he looked like before his death.

"Maybe you don't understand, why you are invited here? There is only one reason - the future. The future I am talking about is the big environment and the big earth, not the planning of a small family and a small country. There is no doubt that from 1945 to the present, the pattern of the Cold War in the world has been changing, with some rules falling apart and no longer being used, and some rules flourishing and becoming more and more perfect. Therefore, the formulation of rules is a major event, and in any era and anything, the rules are set, and the steps are accurate. Everyone said, isn't it?" Mr. Wang's words were extremely inflammatory.