Counting horizontally, the entire ancestral hall is paved with 15 pieces in a row.
"Is it floor tile?"
Bai Qianmo raised an eyebrow and smiled, glancing around before finally fixing her gaze on the row of oranges offered on the altar.
She walked over, knelt down and kowtowed three times to her ancestors, offered a few prayers, then stood up and took the fruit plate with her.
Then, following the direction from left to right, after counting to a number, place an orange down.
Seven floor tiles, arranged to hold seven oranges.
Bai Yitang watched Bai Qianmo's series of bizarre actions with no idea what she was doing.
Gu Jueye and Bai Qianmo, however, understood each other perfectly and had no communication barriers.
He walked to each of the floor tiles, squatted down, and tapped the ground twice with his hand.
"It sounds like it's solid."
Bai Qianmo also sensed the problem. She put the fruit plate aside and, as if by magic, pulled a dagger from her sleeve.
He picked up a nearby floor tile with the sentence on it, tapped it twice, and frowned.
Immediately afterwards, they scraped away the surrounding lime powder with a knife, pried up a piece, but the ground was solid soil, and they found nothing useful.
Bai Qianmo was a little discouraged. Could it be that she had misunderstood?
Grandpa's action of turning the prayer beads had no other deeper meaning.
Gu Jueye walked to Bai Qianmo's side: "Qianmo, we seem to have overlooked the issue of the beams of light on the roof. As time goes by, the position of the light they illuminate will also change accordingly. So I suspect that the number you mentioned may only be found when the beams of light shine on the seven floor tiles we selected at a certain time."
Bai Qianmo immediately understood.
"It's 10 a.m. now. Because the sun is still in the east, the beams of light are positioned a bit to the west. It will probably take another two hours, until around noon, for these beams of light to shine onto the bricks we selected in advance."
Bai Yitang finally realized something.
She ran up to Bai Qianmo and said, "Bai Qianmo, you've been hiding this really well. So you came to the ancestral hall to find treasure."
No wonder her grandfather punished her by making her kneel in the ancestral hall; the girl agreed without hesitation.
It turns out that they thought the jade pendant Bai Xinrou was looking for was hidden inside the ancestral hall.
"Or did you really think I came here to freeze?"
Bai Yitang's eyes darted around a couple of times.
"Then where did you get that string of numbers you just mentioned?"
Bai Qianmo's expression became somewhat subtle: "It's Grandpa."
Bai Yitang was taken aback: "Grandpa told you? When? How come I didn't know?"
"Also, isn't Grandpa's consciousness being controlled by the sleep-inducing virus? How could he possibly tell you this numerical code?"
Bai Qianmo said thoughtfully, "It's hard to judge the specifics yet, but one thing is certain: this string of numbers was indeed revealed to me by my grandfather."
This string of numbers actually represents the speed and number of times Grandpa turned the Bodhi seeds this morning.
She had discussed similar topics with her grandfather before, and he had demonstrated them to her.
For example, the frequency and number of rotations of a Bodhi seed bracelet can be linked together to form a numerical code.
This kind of code becomes especially important in dangerous situations.
Only family and friends you trust can understand the meaning of the password.
It's certain that Grandpa's act of turning the bracelet at that time did seem like he was trying to reveal something to her.
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