Wang Ling obviously knew this too, but what girl wouldn't want her boyfriend to send her flowers, especially on a night like this?
Seeing the expectant look in her eyes, I smiled and asked, "How much is one?"
"One hundred and ten represents wholehearted devotion," the little girl replied immediately, her eyes lighting up.
I sighed inwardly, "As expected, these flowers are incredibly expensive."
But in the current situation, even if you know you're being ripped off, you still have to buy it, right? I guess that's what they call 'saving face'.
He bought one and gave it to Wang Ling, and she smiled even more brightly.
The little girl said, "Big brother, you are a good person. You will definitely be happy."
"Little sister, what's your name? Where do you live?" Wang Ling asked with a smile.
The little girl blinked her big eyes and said, "My name is Xiaonian, and my home is in Mount Emei."
It was only then that I noticed that the little girl in front of me had a maturity beyond her years. She was dressed simply, in the typical attire of a rural child, and was wearing a pair of embroidered cloth shoes that are now rarely seen.
The barbecue was ready, and Wang Ling pulled Xiao Nian over and gave her a skewer of chicken wings. "How old are you this year? Don't you go to school? Why are you selling flowers here?"
Xiao Nian took a big bite of a chicken wing. "I'm nine years old this year. My family has no money, so I sell flowers here." As she finished speaking, Xiao Nian's voice became low.
Such things are very common and ordinary, and all we can do is sigh.
"How many flowers can you sell in a day?" Wang Ling asked again.
"If you're lucky, you might run into someone like the older brother and sell three or four of them; if you're unlucky, you might not sell a single one."
The temperature on Mount Emei began to drop at this time. Xiao Nian was dressed rather lightly, and her face was flushed. I could see that her hand holding the flowers was trembling.
Feeling sorry for her, he took out his money and bought another one for Wang Ling, saying, "Xiao Nian, you should go home now, it's cold."
"Thank you, big brother and big sister," Xiao Nian smiled again and skipped away.
"I hope her life will get better in the future," Wang Ling said, handing me a skewer of barbecue. "Here, the chives you like."
"Hey, aren't you a feng shui master? You should have read her face and seen what her future holds."
"Who can say for sure what her future holds? Even if we could see it, we could only hint at it. Fate cannot be changed. If I told her about her future and it turned out to be bad, wouldn't that be harming her and making her lose hope for life? It's better to leave her with a glimmer of hope so she can persevere."
"Oh, you're right, Master Liu, hehe!"
After having barbecue, it was getting late, so I took Wang Ling back home. Tomorrow we'll officially begin our operation. I wonder what kind of trouble we'll encounter?
The early morning at Mount Emei is beautiful. The sun rises slowly, and the sunlight shines down, illuminating the mountaintop and making it sparkle with crystal light. We have all gathered. I have already made arrangements for Wang Ling's trip. Three or four days should be no problem.
There were more than ten of us. There were five of us on our side, and apart from Luo Wanjun and a few experts, the others on Luo Wanjun's side looked like they were all gangsters, probably just helpers or odd jobs.
We already have a general idea of our destination, and now we're heading straight for the heart of Mount Emei. Although we didn't fully understand the map, we've managed to piece together some clues. It should be the location of the place where immortals attained enlightenment, hidden deep within the mountains. Finding it will be up to us.
Once the location is found, you can enter using a map and ancient Taoist techniques.
The interior of Mount Emei is gradually becoming more accessible, but the deeper you go, the fewer people you see. I visited last time and know that there are some farmhouses there, inhabited by true native Sichuanese.
The further you go in, the more rugged the path becomes. Eventually, there is no path at all, as the fallen leaves on the ground are so thick that they cover the road.
Monkeys hopped about in the woods from time to time, and before long we had reached the heart of the forest. Looking around, the landscape was pristine, shrouded in mist, like a fairyland.
We climbed to the top of a mountain and began to 'observe the mountain' with Xiang Fei.
After a moment, we both looked puzzled. Emei Mountain is beautiful and magnificent. It was originally formed by the southward extension of the Kunlun Mountains. As we all know, the Kunlun Mountains are the ancestral vein of China, the root of the dragon vein of the Chinese land, and the birthplace of Chinese civilization.
But right now, the Emei Mountain, this dragon vein that runs south from Kunlun, seems rather strange. It has a dragon but no form, a head but no tail, as if it has disappeared.
Confused, I climbed another peak and began to survey the surroundings.
This time, Uncle Liu from Hunan also joined in, and the three of us worked together to observe the mountain before making calculations.
"I feel that the terrain of Emei is like a treasure basin, gathering spiritual energy from all directions to nourish oneself," Xiang Fei said.
Uncle Liu from Hunan nodded in agreement, “This should be the rare formation of stars surrounding the moon. Ancient books record that a peerless master once arranged the formation of nine dragons surrounding a pearl. Presumably, the two are from the same source and have similar meanings. Now, as long as we find the center point of this formation, we will naturally be able to find the true location of the dragon vein, which is the location of the place to become an immortal.”
We all agreed with his opinion, and then we went down the mountain to continue our search for the dragon's head.
We had reached the depths of Mount Emei, a place that was practically a desolate wilderness. However, we saw smoke rising from the dense forests, indicating that there were farmhouses here, just like the ones we had seen last time.
Our group headed straight there, and when we got closer, we saw that it was a village, with mud-brick houses, more than ten in total, and we estimated that there were three or four families living there.
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