Chapter 5 Chapter 2 A Mysterious Diary Thirty Years Ago

When I woke up the next day, the whole tent was empty, and the monkeys didn't know where they went.There are two copper pots hanging from an unburned copper basin in the middle of the tent. Open it and have a look. One pot is filled with boiled mutton, and the other pot is filled with fragrant buttered tea. I was so hungry that I wolfed down my stomach until I saw the note left by the monkey on the table.Houzi said that he went out with Duoji and his wife to buy some equipment for climbing the snow-capped mountains, and told me to stay at home honestly and not run around. I snorted in my nose, thinking that I am alone in the wall, and I still need you to point like a child?

I threw away the note, pushed open the curtain and walked out. The weather has cleared up early, and the blue sky is as clear and transparent as if it has been washed by water, with a few wisps of white clouds floating on it. The grassland seems to be covered with a thick layer of grass-green carpet. From a distance, it is soft and thick, spreading endlessly around, extending from the grassland to the undulating hillsides in the distance.I covered the sun with my hand and looked into the distance. The sunny side of the hillside was a tender green, while the shady side was dark green. The color was distinct, which was very interesting.

I walked along the hillside, and when I got closer, I found that the grass was covered with flowers of various colors.I only recognize pink Gesang flowers and golden yellow rapeseed flowers, and I don't know any other white and purple flowers. Such good weather made me want to go farther and have a look on the hillside.The so-called Wangshan runs dead horses, the hillside looks very close, but I haven't reached it after walking for a long time. I stopped and stopped along the way, I don't know how far I walked, and when I wanted to go back, I found that I was lost.I looked around, and there were the same meadows and rolling hills everywhere. They all looked the same, and I couldn't find the direction I came from.

I thought about it, and I still want to go to the hillside, where the terrain is good. Standing on the hillside, I can see the tents on the grassland.After struggling for a long time, I finally reached the hillside. I was so tired that I sat down on the ground, but was hurt by something. I touched the meadow under my buttocks, and found that there was a brick-like thing wrapped in the grass roots. When I opened the grass, I dug out a half-rotten earth brick.I was a little strange, and stepped on the thick meadow on the hillside with my feet.The meadow is full of bumps, there should be many such bricks.How could there be bricks in this place?Could it be that there are other buildings here?

I poked around, thinking that I might be able to dig out a golden Buddha from this ravine, and then take it home and hand it in for a grand prize.At this time, I felt that there was some shade behind me, and I subconsciously looked underground, and found two faint shadows standing on the grass. "Is there someone?" Almost subconsciously, I suddenly turned around and saw a Tibetan child in a crimson monk's robe standing behind me, looking at me with a smile. I was startled, and I took a few steps back, almost falling to the ground.I thought about this vast grassland, deserted and uninhabited, why did a little lama suddenly appear?

I stabilized my mind, thinking about the strong religious beliefs of the Tibetans, and they usually make a living by herding horses and sheep, and it is right to ride horses and whip around on the grassland.Did the little lama follow the old lama to spread the Dharma nearby? I didn't pay attention just now, but he came over quietly?If this is the case, that would be great, I can ask them for directions, otherwise, if I walk aimlessly on this prairie, I might really get lost here. I just wish I couldn't speak Tibetan, so I danced and gesticulated and asked him, "Hello...where are other people's...?"

The little lama was still standing there, smiling faintly, and that indifferent expression made people a little scared.He didn't look like a child, but he looked like a weather-beaten old man, watching a child play tricks gently there. Without caring so much, I danced and danced there, trying to make him understand what I meant.Due to lack of oxygen on the plateau, I was so tired that I was out of breath after a few tosses, and I gasped for breath. Unexpectedly, the little lama spoke, and he spoke Chinese. Although he stumbled a little, he expressed his meaning very clearly.He made a standard gesture of joining palms, nodded his head, squinted his eyes and looked at me, and said, "Your...is back..."

I was surprised: "You can speak Chinese?" He nodded with a smile, still clasped his hands together, and looked at me calmly like an old monk in meditation. He is still young, but he has a serious look, which looks very cute.I couldn't help but want to touch his head, and then I thought about it, Tibetans don't allow people to touch the head, so I couldn't help it, rubbed my hands there and asked him: "Who... that, who taught you Chinese? You Do your parents speak Chinese?" Unexpectedly, he pointed at me and said, "It's you." "Me?!" I pointed at myself, taken aback.

The child still looked at me with a smile and nodded.Next, he made an even more incomprehensible action.He took out a cowhide-wrapped thing from his bosom, handed it to me, clasped his palms together for a final blessing, turned and walked away. I was so confused by him, what the hell is going on? This kid is about to become a fairy, what is going on with him?Why did he say that I taught him Chinese, and why did he give me such a cowhide bag? Seeing him go further and further away, I quickly shouted at him: "What is this? Who asked you to give it to me?" He turned his head and stammered: "The giant eagle in the distance, guide you... the direction of the snow mountain..."

I yelled for him to come over and wanted to ask him what was going on.He just smiled and shook his head, pointed to the distance, then turned and disappeared into the canyon. Panting, I chased after it, but saw that the valley was empty, the river was rushing, and there was no one left? I stood blankly by the river for a while, almost unable to believe what had just happened.If I hadn't still held that heavy cowhide package in my hand, I wouldn't have believed what had just happened even if I was killed. I raised my head and looked in the direction where the little lama last pointed.It was a majestic and towering group of mountains, with a vast expanse of whiteness on the top of the mountain, and the peaks of the mountains pierced into the sky. The snow that had not melted for thousands of years on the peaks was connected with the white clouds in the sky. It looked magnificent and had a sacred awe-inspiring The majestic beauty of the violation.Looking at that holy snow-capped mountain, I couldn't help feeling a little dazed. What did the kid say about the giant eagle guiding the snow-capped mountain?

I thought about it for a long time, but I couldn't figure it out, so I simply stopped thinking about it and sat by the river to open the cowhide package.It was wrapped hard, and it felt like a book. When I opened it, it was an old-fashioned work diary.The age of this diary is obviously very long. Although the appearance is well preserved, the paper inside has obviously turned yellow and became brittle, and it shattered into powder after a little twisting by hand.I carefully opened the diary, and began to wonder what was written in the diary. When I opened it, I found that the diary was written vertically, and the font was written in small letters with a brush. The handwriting was beautiful and neat.The date of this diary is probably very long, and it might be from the Republic of China, or even earlier.I opened it carefully, and it looked like a work diary. The first half recorded some incomprehensible data, as well as some complicated formulas. The data was marked with various symbols.I looked at it for a while, but I couldn't understand what it meant. Scrolling down, words finally appeared—some trifles at work, some mood records, occasional excerpted poems, and even some leaves caught in the book, so rotten that only vague outlines can be seen .It seems that the owner of this diary should be a person with rich feelings.I was a little curious, so I continued to turn back.Suddenly, a line of words attracted me: After running so far, he still couldn't escape the curse of the Yellow River. This sentence immediately attracted all my attention. I looked carefully, and the page was almost blank, with only this sentence.It can be seen that the owner of the diary was very moved by this sentence, and repeatedly traced it with a pen, even the paper was torn.It seemed that the man had something in his heart, but he couldn't write it out with a pen, so he could only vent it by repeatedly writing this sentence. Curse of the Yellow River?I suddenly thought of the bottomless abyss of Sanmenxia, ​​the great cauldron hanging under the abyss, and the six great masters of the Yellow River that my father had mentioned. I couldn’t help but feel a strange feeling—this mysterious diary might have something to do with them. I hurriedly looked down, and according to my judgment, the owner of the diary should be a sentimental girl.A person like her is likely to record her thoughts in a diary. Sure enough, after turning a few more pages, there was a page full of delicate words.I glanced at it hastily, and was shocked that there was actually a secret about the Yellow River recorded in this diary. After thinking about it for a long time, I decided to record the whole thing. Although this story sounds ridiculous, even I don't know whether it is true or false.I don't know how much I've been able to record, and I don't know if anyone has been able to see it. Maybe recording it, just to prove that I'm not crazy yet, or that I'm already. The incident originated from a curse that has been passed down by the Yellow River for thousands of years, but where did the curse come from, and what is the curse, I have not figured it out until today. All I know is that my family is one of those cursed.People in the family can't get rid of the curse all their lives, so they can only guard the Yellow River from generation to generation. This thing sounds so absurd, especially from my pen.It is incomprehensible that a person who has received higher education and even studied abroad has been far away from his hometown and far away from the Yellow River, and he can't help being cursed by it. But, it really did happen. Recalling from the beginning, my impression of the Yellow River originated from a weird ballad that was secretly passed down by our family. And that ballad has been passed down in our family for many generations. It is said to be a ballad, but in fact there are only a few obscure words, describing a very strange vision of the Yellow River. As for what those few words were, I have almost forgotten them. When I was very young, when I got up at night one day, I found that there was no one at home.Panicked, I walked out the door, and saw my family chatting around the fire on the empty Yellow River beach.I staggered and walked over, and saw that the water of the Yellow River seemed to be boiling, and there were bursts of low and depressing singing vaguely in my ears, as if there were words such as "red moon" and "blood of the Yellow River". But what exactly it is, I can't remember. All I know for sure is that the ballad is really scary. Because at that time, I was terrified, threw myself into my grandma's arms, and pestered him to ask what those few words meant.Grandma looked at Huang He with a weird expression, and said something slowly, but it scared me so much that I peed my pants on the spot. The bad influence of this incident accompanied me through my whole childhood. In almost every family gathering, everyone would make fun of me for this incident, which made me extremely annoyed by this so-called Yellow River Ballad.Perhaps because of this reason, I redoubled my efforts to study, and finally got admitted to a foreign university, and even went to the East to study medicine. I wanted to completely leave the Yellow River and these horrible things. For so many years, I was far away from my hometown, studying hard and working hard alone in other places, thinking that I could finally get rid of the Yellow River and never have anything to do with the Yellow River.Who knows, the curse about the Yellow River has just begun. A few days ago, I came home as usual and found someone sitting at home. He looked well-mannered in a trendy tunic suit and top hat.However, I don't know how he got into my home. He bowed very politely, and then told me in a tone as gentle as possible that he was from a Yellow River exploration team, and my father was unfortunately killed during the Yellow River exploration. He then told me in a decided tone that I had to go with them to retrieve my father's body. I found out later that this elegant man's surname was Zhu, and his name was Zhu Bing. He is the head of the Yellow River Exploration Team. Cloudy on March 7, 2007 I joined them without much thought. When I left home, I was still very young, and my impression of my father was very vague, and the family relationship was actually very weak.I joined because I didn't have a choice. I understand that the curse of the Yellow River is still there, and it will never disappear. When I was studying, I occasionally speculated about the curse of the Yellow River.But until today, when I sat on the train with him and he told me something, I didn't realize how wrong I was, and only then did I realize that there are so many secrets hidden in this world. The things he said casually are enough to subvert the thinking of any normal person.But those things were said lightly by him, but it seemed to be a matter of course. At first, I doubted whether this person was a lunatic, but it was not until he told what he planned to do that I was sure that he was absolutely insane for wanting to do such a mysterious and weird action. After seeing other team members later, for a moment, I even suspected that they were all crazy. The members of the exploration team are not professionals, but more like some reckless people, or a group of "lunatics" with special skills.It is unbelievable that I would enter such a horrible place with such a group of "lunatics". According to them, they were looking for something in the Yellow River. I don't know if they are crazy to spend so much manpower to find such a thing that can't exist at all. However, these people seem to be determined to win this thing.Does it really exist? If it is really what Zhu Bing said, it is too unimaginable, and the significance is too great.It will not only represent legends, but even to some extent mean that the history of our country will be rewritten. Will there really be a miracle? I doubt it. I quickly looked back, only to find that there were many blank pages at the end of this diary, and I turned back a few pages before a new diary appeared. Heavy rain on April 19, 2007 We waited here for a full month, and finally we got a heavy rain. After testing the rainfall, we decided to enter the mountain early tomorrow morning. The teacher said that according to ancient records, this mountain surrounded by the Yellow River is not simple. He said that the bottom of this mountain is actually an active volcanic crater, and the temperature is so high that people can't stand the high temperature below.Fortunately, the interior of this mountain has been hollowed out by the ancients and designed as a natural reservoir.Once it rains heavily, the rainwater will pour into the mountain along the water tank on the top of the mountain, go down the mountain all the way, and pour it into the crater below to reduce the temperature in the mountain. Therefore, we must enter the mountain after the heavy rain pours, the Yellow River soars, and the mountain is filled with rainwater, otherwise we will be burned to ashes alive by the extremely high temperature in the mountain. The ancients worked so hard and expended so much manpower to hollow out the entire mountain, and they had to wait until the heavy rain lowered the temperature of the mountain before they could enter the mountain. It seems that there must be something mysterious in this mountain. Could it be that that mysterious thing is hidden in this mountain? I have no idea. This mountain is very strange. From the outside, it looks like a huge human face with strange expressions, like crying and laughing, which makes people feel weirder the more they look at it. Before going to bed, I looked out the window.The heavy rain was overwhelming, the Yellow River roared, and waves hit the cliffs, causing a series of sprays. The mist and rain were connected together, making it difficult to tell where the river was and where the sky was. What surprised me the most was that when I looked out the window, I vaguely saw a huge figure in the big water, like a huge snake-like creature swimming out of the water and swaying the river.Its speed was getting faster and faster, and finally jumped into the air, roaring along the rain and rushed to the sky. I was taken aback, and tremblingly pointed to its huge figure to show to my companions.But they looked at all this indifferently, as if they had been used to it for a long time, and patted me on the shoulder, telling me to go to sleep quickly, saying that I had to go on the road tomorrow. Their indifferent expressions made me suddenly have an ominous premonition - tomorrow's exploration activities may not be so smooth. Seeing this, my heart beat violently.The mountain with strange faces mentioned in the diary must be the big mountain in Sanmenxia. Unexpectedly, a mysterious team entered the Mountain of Human Faces decades ago. What is the mysterious thing they are looking for? I vaguely felt that this would have something to do with the great tripod hanging in the abyss, so I hurriedly looked down. Sunny day on April 20, 2007 Today, we finally entered the Yellow River Ghost Cave. Unexpectedly, that thing actually existed. My God, I can't believe that I actually saw that legendary thing there! This is really a crazy exploration activity that can even shock the whole world. Before coming here, from their narratives, I had already imagined that this exploration activity must be very unusual.But I never imagined that it would turn into such an almost impossible experience. I still can't believe that what I saw at that time really existed, or it was just an illusion, a dream of mine. I can't describe the details of this exploration activity. I can only say that we entered the most incredible place and saw the most incredible things. As a staunch materialist, I absolutely do not believe that thing really exists. But I couldn't convince myself that I actually saw it. God, I saw the ultimate secret hidden in the Yellow River! No, no, I think I must be crazy, I can't believe what happened. I need to calm down, think about it, and then record how I felt at the time. If all this happened in reality, it must be a scene that only hell can have. Seeing this, my heart twitched suddenly, and then jumped up uncontrollably.It seems that the owner of the diary must have seen something incredible to be so incoherent.What did they encounter there?Could it be the monster crawling out of the abyss?Who is the owner of this diary? This diary stopped abruptly here, as if some force prevented her from continuing to write.The last stroke of the last word is elongated, as if something has not been finished. I flipped back quickly, and the diary began to have blank pages again.I was so anxious that I quickly turned back until I turned to the last few pages, only to find that the diary had reappeared. Looking at the date, it's already two years away. It's very strange why the owner of the diary didn't record any words in two years, as if he disappeared suddenly for a while. I looked up, my eyes were a little blurry.I rubbed my eyes hard, looked at the vast grassland in the distance, and suddenly had an illusion in my heart: Maybe this diary did not appear for no reason, maybe it really has some kind of mysterious relationship with me. But what is the relationship? In the distance is the vast grassland, on the grass there are sparkling water bubbles, and in the distance is the solemn snow-capped mountains.I looked at these, lost in thought. After a long time, I opened the diary again, until I turned to the last few pages, and then I turned to a page full of words.The pages had evidently been soaked in water, and the handwriting was blurred, and I had difficulty making out them. May 22, 2009 was sunny and windless Today is the thirteenth day since we came to Ruoergai Grassland, but we have no relaxed atmosphere at all.The soldiers are very vigilant, afraid that it will appear again.In just thirteen days, although it only appeared three times, it already claimed the lives of twenty-seven soldiers. Last night, I used the radio to listen to domestic news. The current situation is still going bad. If things go on like this, the country will no longer exist. Another call came from the front, saying that there was not much time left, and asked me to complete the task quickly, or I might fail my grandson's trust. These days, I have been hesitating whether to tell him the truth of this matter. He trusted me so much that he even betrayed his powerful family for me! What would he think if he knew that all this was lying to him? Alas, perhaps I have made a great mistake, if only it could be undone! May 23, 2009 cloudy with little wind Can't sleep, go out for a walk. Today is the fourteenth day of arriving at Ruoergai Grassland. It is very cold here, the temperature reaches minus thirteen degrees Celsius at night. The steppe is full of swamps, unseen swamps. In my opinion, the grassland is beautiful everywhere, full of vitality, with flowers and grass everywhere. But no. Behind the flowers lies a swamp of evil.Many people fell into it, and they left us forever without even turning over a blister. We lost many fighters, young fighters. I was very sad, but fortunately he was always by my side.I really don't know what I would do without him. He comforted me over and over again, no matter where I went, whether it was a ghost cave, Ruoergai grassland, or the source of the Yellow River, he would always be with me until I found out the secret of the Yellow River. But I know that he is not with me for me. Although I believe in materialism, at this time, I have to lean towards theism.Like my grandma, I had to pin my hope on God and pray sincerely: "God, I hope you can bless us!" After reading this diary, I was a little confused. Why is there such a big contrast between the middle and the back of this diary? Whether it's style or scheming, it doesn't look like it was written by the same person at all. I compared it carefully, and the handwriting before and after is the same.It's just that the pen force in the front is floating, which shows that the writer has rich emotions and is easy to fluctuate in his heart; while the pen in the back is more powerful and firm, which shows that the writer's heart is firm and will not be moved by external forces. Also, this diary was two years apart.It seems that many major events must have happened in the past two years, otherwise a person would not have changed so much, even the style of writing has changed. Today is the seventeenth day of entering Zoige Grassland.We have climbed over the snow-capped mountains and entered a completely uninhabited land.It is desolate and uninhabited, full of bottomless swamps, miasma, hail, and cold and cruel snow-capped mountains. When Bai Miao and I crossed the snow mountain, we got separated from the soldiers.Hungry and cold, the two walked out along the ridge.There is not much dry food and water left, and we don't know how long we can last. Unexpectedly, after turning over the snow-capped mountains, a secluded canyon appeared, and a temple was hidden in the canyon. Bai Miao helped me push open the gate of the monastery, and found that there was a person inside, a living person! We were startled, but the man stood up.Only then did we realize that it was a child. The child was wearing a crimson monk's robe, looked at me with a smile, put his palms together to me, said a word softly, and then walked away. The two of us were stunned. How could there be anyone in this inaccessible snow mountain?Not to mention a lama as old as a child!What's more, the words he said were well-spoken and perfectly standard Chinese.I heard clearly that what he said was "You are back". What does it mean?I am back?Could it be that I have been here before? I was terrified. Everything in Tibet was mysterious, as if it was shrouded in some kind of ghost. Bai Miao kept comforting me, saying that there are many monasteries in Tibet. This monastery may have been built in the valley, and some Tibetans would come up to deliver food every once in a while, so there are young monks, so I don’t have to be afraid. Having said that, I always feel that the child is very unusual.Especially his thoughtful eyes, it doesn't look like a child, but like an old monk full of Zen. Does he know the purpose of my trip? I heard that there is a kind of reincarnated soul boy in Tibet who knows everything from birth. Was he trying to tell me to let it go? Alas, but I really don't want to go back like this. Bai Miao told me that behind him is a huge Jianghu-like family, which has lasted for dozens of generations, is flourishing, broad and profound, and can even fight against a powerful country.But I never imagined that they could do such an earth-shattering thing. I can't imagine how he will face that huge family after I leave like this. Yes, I've been hesitant to just tell him the truth. But, will he believe this truth? I have never believed in these hateful Japanese people.But there is no way, the instructions above are just that.I'm sad, I can't find a balance.Maybe one day, I'll come back and make amends, Amen. "Bai Miao?!" I was taken aback, my hand shook, and the diary fell to the ground with a "click", completely waking me up from the diary. I couldn't help but stood up and walked a few steps, then turned back and stared at the old diary.I can't believe it, this diary actually mentioned grandpa's name at the end! As I said at the beginning, the name of our Bai family is very strange, which either implies the meaning of water or the meaning of mountains and rocks.Grandpa's name is most closely related to water. The three waters are called Bai Miao, also known as Sanshui Bailuohan. The word "Miao" is relatively biased, and Bai is not a common surname, so the probability of having the same surname with the same name is relatively small.And according to what was mentioned in the diary, this Bai family is clearly a family closely related to the Yellow River, similar to our family.So, that should be Grandpa. But, how could grandpa have anything to do with the owner of this diary? I thought and thought, read it carefully again, and became even more sure that the owner of this diary has a very different relationship with grandpa, and may even make grandpa betray the family and help her complete a secret matter.Could it be that the person who kept the diary was actually grandpa's lover back then, maybe even grandma? ! Damn, things are getting more and more complicated!I thought about it several times, and remembered that my grandfather was really miserable in his later years. He sat alone by the patio and looked at the white stone, and never mentioned the matter of grandma.In fact, grandma is a taboo in our family. No one dares to mention it. We knew it since we were young.But no matter how much he avoids it, it's impossible for his father to jump out of a crack in the rock, right?After all, I still have a grandma.So, is grandma the owner of this diary? Also, this diary also mentions a little lama, who is the same as the one I just met, also young, and said "You are back" with a smile on his face.What exactly is this matter about?After I checked it carefully, I was even more convinced that the little lama that appeared in the diary and the little lama I met just now were indeed the same person.The only difference is that they met in the snowy mountain canyon, and I was on the grassland. Is there any connection between the two? The more I thought about it, the more confused I became, and the information in my hand was also innumerable.I thought hard, and sometimes I seemed to have to sort out some clues, but when I thought about it carefully, it became even more chaotic.There was really no other way, so in the end I had no choice but to calm down, stop thinking about it, and continue to read down, wanting to see if there were any enlightening words. However, at the end of the diary there are no words, only an old black and white photo. This photo looks familiar, I thought for a long time before I remembered, yes, this should be the photo Aunt Song showed the monkey. I didn't expect that the owner of this diary also had this photo. Could it be that she also knew Aunt Song? I curiously picked up the photo, which is a group photo of a group of young people.Because it has been too long, some cracks have appeared on the photo, and it takes a long time to recognize it. I looked carefully, and when I saw the first person, I couldn't help crying. The first person turned out to be the old branch secretary of Shanghe Village!This is clearly a young version of the old branch secretary, wearing a Chinese tunic suit and glasses, with a heroic look. It seems that Shanghe Village is not that simple! Looking down, the second person is Huang Qiye.The corners of Huang Qiye's mouth curled up, looking cold and arrogant, which indeed fit his image. The third person looked heroic, and he was his grandfather when he was young. I don't know the next few people.But the few people who appeared in front of me have already messed up my mind.My heart was beating violently, and I quickly searched down, with some anticipation and some fear.Finally, I finally saw a woman in military uniform, smiling at the camera. That woman turned out to be Huang Xiaoli! I was completely bewildered by this photo and it took me a while to recover.I continued to look under the photo, and there was a line of yellowish words printed there: Photo taken by the Yellow River Expedition Group (1909). I was stunned for a moment, and cold sweat was streaming down at that moment.I stood there, staring blankly at the photo.This photo contains too much content and is too horrifying, so I can't accept it for a while.Especially Huang Xiaoli, why does she appear in this photo? Reminiscent of her last mysterious disappearance in the weird black coffin in the Turtle Burial City, before she left, she smiled poignantly and kissed me lightly on the forehead. Feel dizzy.I looked around, as if half of the sky had collapsed, and I almost fell to the ground. After a long time, I slowly reacted.This is clearly an old photo from decades ago. Even my grandfather and Huang Qiye are still young, so how could there be Huang Xiaoli?This black-and-white photo has been around for so long, and the portrait is not clearly visible.Although this person looks a bit like Huang Xiaoli, she might be her grandma or something.If you think about it this way, everything can be explained. I finally breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat off my face, sat down on the hillside, and continued to ponder this photo.It looked a lot like the picture Aunt Song showed the monkey, but it wasn't.Although Aunt Song's photo is a bit blurry, the characters are quite clear, and it's definitely not from the same age as this one.For some reason, the two photos look so similar. I was thinking about it for a while, and it suddenly occurred to me why the two photos looked so similar! Where the two photos are similar is in their backgrounds! Damn it, I finally remembered, the background of that photo was clearly the grimace cave in Sanmenxia, ​​and the dark thing behind them was the cauldron under that abyss! My heart seemed to be crushed by a huge boulder, I couldn't breathe, and my mind was spinning rapidly. No, not right! That big cauldron is not in the cave, but in the abyss.Could it be that the group of them actually entered the abyss and took photos in the abyss? Considering the background of that photo, it looks like several people are standing in the void.Except for the ancient tripod hanging by iron chains in the background, there is nothing, it really looks like you are in that bottomless abyss.Why did they go to that cave, and why did they have to commemorate it together?What secrets are hidden in that mysterious abyss?What is sealed in the cauldron? Thinking about what my father said about the Yellow River ghost cave, I also feel that something is not quite right.When grandpa and Huang Qiye entered the abyss, it was definitely not just as simple as exploring the tripod.I am afraid that other people have also entered the abyss, as if to investigate some secrets in the abyss cauldron.And judging from the photos, at least several groups of people have entered the abyss, including Huang Qiye and grandpa's generation, Aunt Song and monkey mother's group, and father's group.It seems that the relationship between this abyssal tripod and the six families of the Yellow River, as well as our relationship with the Bai family, is definitely not that simple, and there may be deeper secrets hidden behind it. Also, according to my father, those who entered the ghost cave were the so-called descendants of the Golden Gate, the Six Great Masters of the Yellow River.Could it be that Aunt Song and Monkey Mother are also descendants of Jinmen?The more I think about it, the colder I feel.What scares me even more is that I always thought the monkey was an outsider, but now it seems that he may know these things better than me! From this point of view, I am afraid that everything the monkey told me was a lie. Recalling what the monkey did when it came, there were many contradictory words and abnormal behaviors, which were not like the unscrupulous monkeys before.What happened to all this? I couldn't accept the fact that the monkey had been lying to me. I felt a little uncomfortable and aggrieved. When the cold wind blew, my tears were about to flow down.