Chapter 89 Chapter 4 All the way up to heaven (3)

There is an itinerary but it seems to be fixed.Every few days Jesus made his way further south to the pass of a small canyon, where the silent Antandro crowd waited for him.Jesus spread out the blanket and sat on it, and the Antandro people squatted tens of meters away, and one person took turns walking to the blanket, respectful and solemn.Jesus looked at him and sometimes touched his head. Marty finally understood that these people were asking Jesus for healing.For those who were seriously ill, Jesus took out a folded sheepskin soft bag from the bag, opened it, picked up a very thin and long needle from inside, and pierced their pure black skin.This Marty is very sure that it is Chinese acupuncture.

So Jesus was a Chinese?It’s hard to say, but the facial features of Jesus are not particularly inclined to Westerners, nor are they like Easterners.His skin was baked into a light brown by the scorching sun, and it was impossible to observe. From the appearance, Jesus was a combination of Chinese and Western.In short, only one thing is certain, he looks like Hai'an, very similar in appearance. Jesus did not charge for medical treatment, and in fact these Antandro people had nothing but sincere worship.But it was obvious that Jesus didn't like that.When the consultation was over and the Antandros gathered to worship him, Jesus put away the blanket and left, Marty following.

On the way back, they encountered a sandstorm, flying sand and rocks like a hurricane, making it difficult to move, but there was no shelter nearby, not even a thorn tree.Jesus crawled to the ground with his face against the wind, his face half buried in the sand, and his knees drawn in front of his chest, as if prostrating to a Buddha.This is how the natives on the wasteland survive the sandstorm, and Marty learned to do it. After the sandstorm passed, Marty fancied himself a weathered stone statue.She got up and slapped the heavy sand all over her body, and she was very busy, while Jesus sat not far in front of her, but her expression was very leisurely.This was puzzling, so Marty walked up to him, and it was strange that Jesus had the same gray robe and hair and beard all over his body, which was puzzlingly spotless.

At night Marty still slept on the ledge of the cliff.When she opened her eyes in the middle of the night, she saw the bright stars facing her, and felt that she had never been so happy in her life. When she woke up the next morning, she found that all the snipe had left their nests, the cave was very quiet, and Jesus had gone.He didn't wait for her. The empty and dead nest is filled with the sea breeze.Marty suddenly felt cold.Winter is here. The first time she stayed in the cave during the day, she walked around the rock wall and saw Jesus leaving his bag beside the rock in the square where Jesus slept.

Marty opened the gray cloth bag and emptied the contents. A blanket, a sheathed dagger, a pack of medical needles, a wooden bowl, and a leather jug. There was also a small pottery, a very plain brown clay slab, unglazed.Its ceramic lid was sealed with wax and oiled paper.Marty picked up the ceramic, very lightly, she shook it, and there seemed to be nothing in it. Other than that, Jesus is nothing else.Marty sat down against the only clean rock wall in the cave, wondering if Jesus would come back. The whereabouts of the man named Jesus is completely unpredictable.Marty had been living with him for nearly a month, and the incoherence between the two was like a staggering night and day.What did Jesus do every day?It is nothing more than wandering in the wilderness, sitting quietly in an informal way, and contemplating the earth and sky.Are you saying he is lazy?Not always, Jesus got up and left the cave at dawn, and went to bed just after the starry night.

Marty believed he was practicing, in a serene way.Although so far there has been no indication of his affiliation or sect, Jesus did not worship, pray, chant, or follow a dogma far from any form of religion Marty knew.Her conclusion was that Jesus was still practicing, but this practice had nothing to do with any known religion, and he was directly affiliated with something more fundamental. Sitting bored, a sight caught her attention.The reddish-brown rock walls around her were all rough and wind-eroded surfaces, but not far from where she was sitting, there was a small piece of rock that had been flattened, and it seemed that something had been carved on it.Marty wiped the palm-sized engraving with his sleeve, splashed it with water from the jug, wiped it off, and saw that it was really a small pattern, carved with the tip of a knife.She recognized the pattern.

On the rock, there are two colorful little snakes engraved, intertwined with each other into a spiral shape. How could Marty forget that it was exactly this tattoo on Hai'an's left arm. Marty walked down the mountain, and the plain was vast. She chose a direction at random, and after walking for a while, she turned a 90-degree turn at random by a clump of grass, and then walked forward. sharp turn.She finally experienced the joy of walking like this.Such an absurd turn, in short, has no reason, but it is no more absurd than going forward unchanged.Turning purely because you don't want to go straight, and going straight just because you don't want to turn.

At last she was tired from walking, so she ate some dried fruit that she carried with her, drank some water, and sat down quietly.Beside her is a dinosaur orchid which is rare here. Bare and towering green stems burst out of the ground, and dinosaur orchids can grow to a height of seven or eight meters.Disproportionately disproportionate to its massive stem are slender leaves that grow about two every foot or so.Dinosaur orchid is a twin leaf plant adapted to the dry desert. The leaves of Dinosaur Orchid are a row of steps.Marty's eyes climbed up the ladder, and she saw the twin leaves, looking forward and swaying in pairs, climbing all the way to the heaven with the upward posture of Dinosaur Lan.