The hole is not big, the horses are not high, and they can just get in when they bow their heads.

The wind and snow outside are dark, and the cave is even darker.

"Good work."

Song You took off the sac from its back, took out a small cloth pad from it, touched it, the cloth pad was also very cold, so he reached out and rubbed it vigorously until it felt a little hot, and then put it in front of the Sanhua cat: "The ground is cold, Sanhua Niangniang come up on the cloth mat." ”

The cat looked up at him in a daze, lowered her head again, thought twice, looked sluggish, finally got up, took two steps forward, and lay down on the blanket.

Then he continued to turn his head to look at him.

“……”

When the Taoist saw her like this, he just smiled and continued to work.

The felt blankets were taken out one by one and spread on the floor.

Yanzi easily did not dare to stay on the same small cloth mat as Sanhua Niangniang, but she could shrink in wool felt and wool blanket to avoid the cold.

Knowing that there was no firewood on the mountain, the horse carried a bundle of firewood when he went up the mountain, and knew that it was not easy to use spells on the mountain, Song You had already prepared before he came, and the velvet and the things that ignited the fire were prepared.

"Smack......

There is the sound of flint in the cave.

Interestingly, this is the first time Song You has used this thing for so many years.

I hadn't even seen it a few times before going down the mountain.

Not very skilled, but also played.

A little spark ignited the velvet, and scarlet points of light appeared in the dim cave, and the Taoist held it, and put it into the fine, finely burning wood chips, and blew carefully, and finally the flame rose.

The cat looked serious and looked serious, but still did not speak, nor did he say anything.

It's like she's been transformed back into a normal cat.

"Hoo ......"

Finally, a bonfire was lit up in the cave to illuminate the cave.

The first thing the Taoist saw was the traces of the same fire on the ground, not just one pile, I don't know how many, they had overlapped for many years, as well as the patterns carved on the walls, the words, and some things left by the people who had climbed the mountain in the corner.

The cave is very irregular, the cave hall is crooked, the walls are uneven, the fire light is blocked by most of it, and it is difficult and weak to reach the deepest part.

But it's also faintly visible—

There are bones in the cave.

"Sand ......"

The Taoist reached out and grabbed the corner of the blanket beneath the cat, dragging it closer to the fire, rubbing it on the ground with a small sound.

In the process, the cat only slightly stretched out its paws to support the blanket to maintain the balance of its body, while staring down at his hand holding his blanket, and then let him drag himself forward, his body and head shook slightly as he pulled and stopped, without saying a word.

"Do you remember who you are?"

“？”

The cat stared up at him, tilting its head.

"Do you remember who I am?" Song You asked as he added firewood.

"Sanhua Niangniang is not stupid."

"Very good......

Song You retracted his gaze.

The cat stared blankly at the fire.

Under the light of the fire, the cave is a little warmer, both visually and physically.

Although the wind and snow were howling outside, the entrance to the cave was not big, and the jujube red horse blocked a lot when it went to that station, and the bag was placed at the feet of the horse, which also blocked some of the wind. Even because of the wind and snow outside, there is a particularly peaceful and warm feeling in the cave, which is comfortable.

The cat and the blanket beneath them quickly warmed up.

The Taoist took out a piece of naan, put it next to the fire, and put the water bladder next to it, and took out her dried rats and dried fish from the bed of the Sanhua Niangniang, and put them next to the fire, so that they were slowly roasted.

Usually these are made by Sanhua Niangniang.

I also took care of Sanhua Niangniang once today.

Then he poked his head out of the cave and looked at the wind and snow outside, and saw that the world was still turbid, the sky was full of wind and snow, and the thick clouds flashed with extraordinary thunder, and the sky had gradually darkened.

But he didn't eat immediately, nor did he take care of the three flower girls, but by the light of the fire that was burning in the cave, he began to check the pictures and words on the walls of the cave.

Graffiti is of all kinds, everything.

With a few brushstrokes, you can depict the mountains and the small and lonely travelers walking on the mountains, or the gods on the sacred mountain overlooking the earth.

There are also those who are poorly painted, and they can't see what they painted, maybe they just came here, and they don't know if they can climb this sacred mountain, and they want to leave traces of their own time for future generations.

The text is equally diverse.

Judging from the font alone, there are at least several different languages, and Song You found the characters of Dayan in them, and the fonts are also different, but more of them are words that he can't understand at all, indicating that the people who came here are far more than Dayan and the people of the Western Regions, and there are climbers who are farther away, and their time span is also very large.

Song You looked at it and couldn't help but fall into a trance.

He even went to the deepest part of the cave to check on the seniors who had been buried here.

A total of seven corpses, six men and one woman.

There are two people who look and dress in Dayan, but the clothes are not the same, even if they are both Dayan people, they should also come from different dynasties, one before and one after. I don't know what it would be like for future generations to meet their predecessors here, and to know that they will also die here.

The two men were almost next to each other.

I don't know if the descendants knew that they were trapped by the wind, snow, hunger, cold, and mountains, and couldn't get out, and before they died, they took the initiative to climb to sit next to the predecessors who seemed to be the same Dayan people, or died somewhere else, and then there were people who came to the cave to stay in the wind and snow to avoid the snow, and moved them to the deepest part that was not easy to see, and saw that there were other Dayan people, so they put them together.

Either way, it's embarrassing.

In addition, the costumes and faces of the five are different.

I don't know why I got here.

Probably just want to climb the mountain, right?

It wasn't until the cat stood up with her hot rat in her mouth, left the warm blanket, walked over to him, grabbed his trouser leg with her paws, and motioned for him to eat, that he finally realized that he had been here for a long time, and looked down at the cat.

The cat looked up at him with a mouse in his mouth, his eyes sincere and full of familiar and clear stupidity, and his paws still clawed at his trouser legs.

The cat seems to have forgotten that he doesn't eat rats.

Maybe it's because I don't think about it, and I'm too lazy to think about it.

Song You had no choice but to politely refuse her, picked up his already heated naan from the fire, added a piece of firewood to the fire, and pulled out another one from the fire, and continued to check while eating the naan.

It was already dark outside, but the wind and snow did not stop, and the thunder continued.

"Boom ......"

Lightning streaked across the night sky and seemed to strike right at the entrance of the cave.

The Taoist held a roasted naan in one hand and a firewood in the other, and held it close to the wall, looking at the words and pictures one by one, trying to talk to his predecessors many years ago.

The cat lay on the blanket next to the fire, gnawing on his mouse dry, looking up at the Taoist from time to time, and then at the swallow next to him, and bowing his head to give him the fallen mouse scraps.

"Boom ......"

It's thunder again, and it's endless.

The thunder light outside illuminated the entrance to the cave.

Even the three-flowered cat couldn't help but be frightened, and when it stopped eating meat, it turned its head and looked out.

The thunder was only for a moment.

Darkness has returned to the outside.

Only the sound of the wind and snow remained.

But suddenly there was a strange sound in the cave.

It was a human voice, an unfamiliar voice, an incomprehensible language, and a scalp-tinging sharp whimper, which sounded suddenly and strangely in the hole.

“……”

"Meow!?"

The three-flowered cat was vigilant for a while and almost blew up.

He had just turned his head sharply to look out, and then he turned his head back in an instant, looking into the cave, especially at the corpses in the depths of the cave.

It's a terrible sound!

The Taoist held the torch and was stunned for a moment.

Also look into the depths of the cave for the first time.

“……”

Obscure voices are still ringing out.

It's like a man's whisper, and it's like a man's conversation.

However, the corpses were still lying in the depths of the cave, where the fire could not reach them, and there was no movement, and the indistinct and incomprehensible sound did not come from the deepest part of the cave.

It sounded from this cave.

in the walls of the cave.

Every part of the cave.

The sound echoed through the cave.

Whispering, whispering, talking, from the voices of one or two people, to three or four, to five or six, to an unfamiliar language to which a different but equally incomprehensible language was added, accompanied by the sound of the wind like a ghost crying and a wolf's howl, and the thunder of a man beating a drum.

There was a mixture of exclamations and shouts.

It seems that the owner of the voice was also frightened, even worse than the fried three-flowered cat.

There are more and more sounds, and they are getting more and more cluttered.

Exclamations and shouts are common.

Sometimes, an exclamation and shout is often followed by another voice, indistinct, accompanied by a whimper of wind and snow and a roar of thunder.

The Taoist held the torch and gradually froze.

for he heard in it a language that he could understand—

"What sound?"

"Who's making a sound?"

"Ghosts?"

"What a monster! Come out! ”

This is probably what Sanhua Niangniang wants to say at this time.

It's probably the same thing that was spoken by different voices and different languages before.

“……”

The Taoist frowned, and he understood.

"Boom ......"

There was still thunder.

What was clear was coming from outside.

The faint one sounded in the cave.

There are more and more sounds, and they are getting more and more cluttered.

Someone was surprised.

Someone pondered.

Someone tried to talk to these murmurs.

Someone ignored them and continued the conversation with their peers.

Someone recited a mantra to the gods, trying to show the demons and monsters who had done it all that he was not easy to mess with and was not timid.

Some people chanted poetry intoxicatedly.

I don't know how many languages are mixed together, and I don't know how many people have left the voices of people who have arrived here from all over the world for thousands of years, but in the chaos, I can always hear a few words that I can understand.

"You and I are both Shanshui Lang, how many times have you focused on King Hou?"

"There is a universe in front of you, how can you not be happy?"

"Future generations may hear me?"

"Towards the blue sea and the twilight, looking at the blue sky and climbing the day......"

"Go to the water and watch the clouds rise!"

"When you come without a trace, you go with the current events. Why do you need to ask more about floating life, only this floating life is in a dream. ”

"I'm afraid I'm going to die here......"

"I am Yin Chao Chen Huaqing is also! Yizhou Yinyang Mountain Dao people, come here to climb the mountain and look far away, tomorrow on the mountain, when people hear my voice, what year is it? ”

"Hahahaha......"

Song You couldn't help but open his mouth slightly, standing still and listening to the sound from the upper reaches of the long river of time.

These voices have traveled through time and reverberate in the present day.

From ancient times to the present, there has been no shortage of mountaineers.

This sacred mountain and this cave left the voice of everyone who came here during a thunderstorm, and then released it to future generations during the next thunderstorm, leaving traces of their previous visits, and also leaving the open-minded state of mind of these climbers when they came here.

Song You's heart was complicated and indescribable for a while, and he was full of emotion.

Not only touched by the open-mindedness of the predecessors, surprised that I can hear the farthest words from thousands of years ago today, but also sighed at the greatness of the mountains and the insignificance of mortals, the mountains and rivers are long and life is short.

Who first saw the moon on the riverside? When did Jiang Yue shine at the beginning of the year?

Who else is alive with these predecessors?

Life has been infinite from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue looks similar every year.

For this sacred mountain, everyone before, including myself at this time, was just a short and hurried passerby, right?

Did the people of the past have the same feelings as themselves at this time?

The Taoist listened quietly and did not say a word.

I can't help but wonder if I leave a voice at this time, how many years later will anyone hear it?

Kamiyama is really hospitable-

With this rare autumn snowstorm and thunderstorm, he got to know so many predecessors who had been here, and took him to listen to the voices of the years.

……

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(End of chapter)