genius divination

Chapter 418 The Land of Faith
Waking up early the next morning, Fan Jiannan and others packed up and walked out of the room.I made an appointment with a few people yesterday to have breakfast at a tea shop at eight o'clock.However, Su Xuanshui arrived early. He is a mountain technique practitioner and is used to getting up early to practice Qi.He never had anything to say with Fan Jiannan and the others, and he always walked alone.

In Varanasi in the morning, almost all the shops were closed, and it felt like ruins.Garbage and cow dung all over the floor, dusty, messy roads, it really is the dirtiest India.However, here is the city of Lord Shiva. There are more than 60 river steps distributed along the eight kilometers of the Ganges River.Sakyamuni once preached in the Wild Deer Park in Varanasi.Tang Seng also came here when he was on a mission to the Western Regions.Therefore, although it is a holy city of Hinduism, it is also a holy place of Buddhism.

Fan Jiannan and others went to Ganges after having a simple breakfast in a tea shop.

In fact, they didn't need to look for them, a boatman had already spotted them and was waiting by the river bank.His boat was painted white and looked cleaner and more beautiful than other boats, so Fan Jiannan followed suit and hired him.It is full of people, everyone seems to be preparing to bathe in the Ganges, and there are many people sitting on the bank doing various things.

As a high-caste Indian, the third brother who came with them was very strict with these people, and he was very stingy when he negotiated prices.Because these boatmen, like those who burned the corpses, were Chandras, the lowest caste in India.The status of untouchables in India is very low. They are regarded as untouchable people, and contact with other castes is absolutely strictly prohibited. It often happens that untouchables are abused or even killed because of contact with other castes.

Fan Jiannan knew that it was useless for him to oppose it. The caste hierarchy had already been deeply rooted in the blood of this nation.Just let him go, at least an Indian guide saved them a lot of trouble.

The boatman slowly rowed the oars and rowed downstream.The boat is always not far from the shore, so it is convenient to see the scenery on the shore.

Indians have the habit of bathing in the morning, but in the Ganges, more people are doing ritual bathing.After the ancient ceremony, the young men in briefs were lathered with soap, and jumped into the icy cold river to rinse with a whoosh.After washing, change into dry clothes by the river, with skillful skills, and there is no danger of having a good time.

In addition to bathing, there are also people doing laundry, washing dishes, and washing vegetables.Someone scrubbed copperware with black mud.Some people scooped up water to brush their teeth and rinse their mouths, while others brought back a jug of water from the river, but they didn't know what to do with it.Not far away is the cremation altar, piles of ashes soaked in water.Upstream, there is a river altar covered with cow dung, and the walls are covered with cow dung cakes.The sewer drains directly into the river.Open-air toilets are everywhere.

Fan Jiannan couldn't help frowning, remembering the English notice posted in the inn, warning tourists not to drink the Ganges water, even the cups and bowls from the vendors by the river, otherwise they may get seriously ill.The same river is the "mother river" of the Indian people. They eat, drink, scatter, live, grow old, get sick, and die in the same river.One man's nectar is another man's poison, and here it lives up to the name.

People from the Indian mystic religion have not yet come to contact them.But Fan Jiannan knew that these mystics must be watching them somewhere.Although there are all kinds of people who come here to travel, almost from all over the world, a group of Chinese people still looks very eye-catching.

Sure enough, not long after their boat was rowed out, someone found it.Another small boat came floating on the water.There seemed to be no boatman on board, only a Hindu man in a yellow robe.This person still looks like a standard Indian, with dark skin but eagle nose and deep eyes, a yellow turban, and a curly beard.

The strange thing was that he was sitting alone on the boat, and the boat quickly caught up with Fan Jiannan's boat without anyone rowing.

Fan Jiannan had already sensed the abnormal magical energy on the ship behind, and he smiled coldly, "They finally came."

Su Xuanshui frowned slightly and said, "These pretentious Ah Sans are showing off this little trick." He slowly stretched out two fingers, and lightly drew a circle on the ship's side.

The boat behind immediately slowed down and kept spinning in the middle of the river, but it would not move forward for half a minute.Su Xuanshui still kept his hand. If he followed his temperament, he could immediately turn the boat behind.You must know that he has the horoscope of pure water, and he has cultivated himself and practiced Qi since he was a child on Wudang Mountain, which is said to represent the Emperor Zhenwu.In this kind of river center, compared with his control of magic power, these Indian magicians are no match at all.

The Indian priest sitting on the bow was also a little flustered at this time, flustered for a while, and the originally mediocre magic power was even more disintegrated because of his panic, and could not be gathered at all.

Su Xuanshui stretched out his hand towards the boat and slowly hooked his fingers. The boat went around in the middle of the river for a long time, but it still came towards Su Xuanshui.It's just that the control of the ship is no longer in the hands of the Indian mystic.

After the two ships got close together, the Indian mystic saluted very seriously.In a low voice in English, "Is it Master Fan?"

Fan Jiannan understood a few sentences, and he nodded, "Yes, but I'm just a fortune teller, not a master. Feng Yuan, ask this Indian monk for me to see what he can take care of? "

Feng Yuan conveyed Fan Jiannan's meaning in English, and the Hindu saluted respectfully, and told Fan Jiannan and others that the high priest of the secret sect was already waiting for them.But that place, untouchable boatmen are not allowed to set foot.So they had to be put on his ship instead.

The boatman was originally a person of the lowest rank in India, so he didn't dare to argue with these high-caste priests, so he immediately fell on the bow of the boat and dared not get up.Even if Fan Jiannan and others wanted to continue taking his boat, he would not dare to take them any longer.

Fan Jiannan smiled slightly, and said calmly to Feng Yuan, "Tell this Indian monk, no matter how noble Ah San is, he is still Ah San. We feel disrespectful to sit in the same boat with him. Let him jump off, and we will get on board."

After Feng Yuan repeated his words to the Indian mystic, the monk couldn't help but look at Fan Jiannan angrily.But still suppressing his anger, he whispered, "But if I'm not on the boat, how can I take you there?"

"You can swim and lead the way. Anyway, the water of the Ganges is holy. Even the cows swim in it. And this water is suitable for washing away your sins." Fan Jiannan said slowly.

The mystic monk wanted to say more, but Jia Zixun and Su Xuanshui had no patience to listen to him.Both of them are masters of martial arts, and they both jumped up at that time.One stands at the bow and one at the stern.Su Xuanshui stomped his feet unceremoniously, and Tai Chi soft energy exploded.The hull of the boat shook, and the Indian mystic monk bounced up like a large rubber ball, and fell headlong into the icy water of the Ganges.

Su Xuanshui's hands-on skills are pretty good, after all, he was born in Lian Tai Chi, and he emphasizes using strength to develop skillfully.Although the Indian mystical monk fell into the water, he was at least not injured.If Jia Zixun made a move, it would be a strange thing if the Indian monk didn't get internal injuries with his powerful Bajiquan sticking to the mountain.

Fan Jiannan laughed and boarded the boat with Feng Yuan.Long Boldly supported Alpha, who had not recovered from his injuries, and boarded the boat.

Brother Ah San was about to go up, but was stopped by Fan Jiannan, he said with a smile. "Don't come, go back to the hotel and wait for us." After all, this third brother is an ordinary person, and it is not good for him to involve him in this kind of thing.

After hearing this, Brother Ah San nodded repeatedly, expressing that he could go back and wait for them first.It's good for him to bargain with peddlers, but he's actually not very courageous, especially for Su Xuanshui.Seeing that Su Xuanshui beat a Brahman into the water for no reason, he was a little surprised.

After he followed the boat away, Fan Jiannan sat on the bow and smiled slightly, and said to the Indian mystic, "How is it? Have you figured out how to get there? Should I soak in your holy river, or lead the way ahead? "

The mystic was soaking in the water, looked at Fan Jiannan resentfully, and muttered something in Hindi.He probably spoke some kind of local dialect, and even Jia Zixun didn't understand what he was talking about.Fan Jiannan didn't think it would be a good word, but he wasn't worried at all, he would still be able to find the place without this mystic leading the way.

Long boldly smiled and patted the boat's sidewalk, "Let the boat go, let this Indian monk stay here for a while."

Looking at the Indian monks in the water, Fan Jiannan smiled coldly and moved his fingers slightly. The boat under their feet was pushed by a wave and sailed straight to the other side of the river.Bells sounded from the main river altar in the distance, and the two bronze bells rang in turn, jingling, jingling, jingling, jingling, endlessly, like summoning souls, like hurrying.For a while there was nothing but it in the mist over the Ganges.

The boat that Fan Jiannan was on was slowly approaching there.

The bottom of the steps of the river altar is near the water, and there are three platforms. On the platforms, there are small altars, covered with golden tablecloths, and placed with statues and ritual instruments.On the square platform at the top of the steps sit two musicians cross-legged, one playing the drums and the other playing the piano, singing while playing.

The singer is a fat middle-aged man with red dots on his forehead.He looked at the Ganges River in the darkness, and slowly sang poems in his mouth. The singing voice was clear and distant, and the melody was affectionate and melodious. There was a touch of sadness in the high distance.Man is small and lonely, but at this moment in front of God, he can surrender his whole body and soul through music, and there is sublimation in his humbleness.

The steps between the musicians and the dancers have been neatly filled with candles, and the lights flicker in the night.Spectators and believers sat on the steps and stands next to them, and participated in lighting the candles used for the ceremony under the guidance of the elders.Candlelight flickered, illuminating the focused faces.

Three handsome men in their late teens walked onto their respective platforms barefoot.The three of them are about the same size, thin and clear, wearing ocher blouses, goose yellow sarongs, and colorful ribbons on their shoulders. The middle one is red, and the two sides are green.They half-kneeled, sorted and cleaned the instruments on their altar table, and waited for the ceremony to begin when they were ready.

The bells stopped and the singing stopped.Three dancers stand side by side, facing the mother Ganges in the night, blowing conch shells with their heads raised.A muffled sound spread over the water into the dark depths.Listening in silence, only the sound of water bubbling.Repeat several times.

Long Bold wanted to disembark at that time.Fan Jiannan said calmly, "Don't worry, the person we are waiting for hasn't appeared yet."

Su Xuanshui said coldly, "This Indian Ah San is so pompous."

Fan Jiannan's eyes were shining brightly in the mist of the Ganges River. He sneered and said, "What's the problem if we let him do the show?"

(End of this chapter)