genius divination

Chapter 407
There was nothing to do in the afternoon, and several people rested for a while in the hotel room.When it was time to eat dinner, Fan Jiannan deliberately went to the window to take a look. It turned out that the Indian drivers had left, but they changed a few more.Sure enough, they were monitoring them in rotation, and it seemed that they were going to stare at them to death.

He didn't care too much, and directly greeted everyone to have dinner together.

Dinner is Indian food provided by the restaurant next door. The characteristic of Indian food is "confused". Any kind of vegetables can't see the original appearance, and they have to add curry powder, so they are all yellow when they come out of the pan. Huh, it's rotten, but it still has a special flavor.

Although there are knives and forks on the table, Indians eat with their hands.Meals are usually placed in a round stainless steel disc, and there are small jars on the disc, which contain various dishes and bean soup, which is indispensable for every meal.The staple food of Indians is rice and a kind of cake called "jabadi".

Although the third brother from India was terrified by Su Xuanshui, he still enthusiastically introduced various special foods to Fan Jiannan and the others.Anyway, it's chicken curry, fish curry, no curry without vegetables.

When eating rice, they pour the food on the rice, stir it well with their hands, and then put the five fingers of their right hands together to grab the food and send it directly to their mouths.If it is a big cake, when it is time to serve it, use one hand to tear off a corner of the cake on the disc, wrap it with vegetables, and put it in your mouth.At any rate, Fan Jiannan has experienced pilaf, curry, mushy, balls.They twisted together, stretched out their claws to grab and eat, and then slapped their fingers, as if no one was there, acting more like a third than a third.

A few people chatted while eating, Fan Jiannan's English was bad, and he didn't have much detailed chat with this third brother on the way here. Fan Jiannan only figured out during the meal that this third brother was quite rare in the local area. the rich.Well-educated, with a decent job and stable income, and from a high-caste family.

In India, the first class is the most noble Brahmin, the priest in charge of the spiritual world.The second class is the Kshatriya, kings and warriors in charge of temporal power.The third level is Vaishya, citizens engaged in agriculture, animal husbandry, handicrafts, and commerce.

These three castes are the high castes of Hinduism. They can study scriptures and obtain spiritual rebirth, so they are also called "rebirth castes".

The third brother is obviously very proud of this.He even rolled up his sleeves and explained to everyone, "The men of the three major Hindu high castes have an obvious sign, which is to wear the 'holy thread'. After the birth of a boy of the high caste, there is a ceremony of wearing the 'holy thread', the 'holy thread' 'Twisted into three strands, Brahmin boys wear cotton thread, Kshatriya boys wear linen thread, and Vaishya boys wear wool thread, as a symbol of high caste.

Of course, if there is no holy thread, it means that he may be from a low caste or untouchable, or a non-Hindu Indian who believes in other religions." After that, he showed off the linen thread on his wrist. No matter what caste it is bullshit.

Fan Jiannan also took the opportunity to ask Ah San a lot about Hinduism, including some customs and so on.So this dinner was late.

There were people watching outside the door, and Fan Jiannan didn't want to go out to wander around anymore.After eating, these people returned to their respective rooms in the hotel.Nothing happened all night, and I slept until dawn.I don't know if those Indians watched all night, anyway, the next morning, those watchers were still there.

When Fan Jiannan and the others packed up and were ready to set off, he deliberately walked up to the tutu driver and got into the car without saying a word.Long Bold, Jia Zixun and the others also got into the tutu car of the other two tacitly.Without the slightest verbal communication, the three Indian drivers seemed to know where they were going, started the car and left.

Three tutu vehicles bumped all the way and carried them out of the town to the wilderness.

About an hour's drive from the town, I came to the promised grotto ruins on the note.Large outcroppings of sedimentary rock in the wilderness, especially taupe sandstone, extend along the valley.These rocks have been severely eroded by water, and many caves, stone chambers and stone roofs have been formed in these rocks.Numerous rock paintings are preserved in these natural grottoes.

"It looks like this is here." Fan Jiannan whispered.

Those few cars didn't stop, they continued to drive them forward until the cars could no longer pass, then they all stopped.Fan Jiannan and others got out of the car.Long Boldly looked around and said in amazement, "My God, what is this place?"

The tall and majestic cliffs are full of caves, and the countless mottled murals, paintings and rough stone carvings all reveal a desolate artistic conception.This place is not the same as the monuments that can be seen everywhere in India. There are no exquisite and peerless stone statues, and there are no beautiful religious murals.There is only something older and farther back.

Weathered rocks, collapsed caves, faded petroglyphs, full of desolation, but still glow with some kind of elusive power.Not only was Fan Jiannan moved, but even Jia Zixun frowned slightly.Only Su Xuanshui still observed everything around him calmly and indifferently.

"Okay, everyone. Here we are, where is the person waiting for us?" Fan Jiannan asked the tutu driver with a sigh.

But those Indian drivers remained silent, as if they had never spoken.It wasn't until Feng Yuan asked them again in English that a driver raised his finger and pointed to the cliff in the distance.

Fan Jiannan looked along his fingers, and there was a person sitting on a high cliff in the distance.However, it is too far away to see the appearance of the person above, but judging from the skin color, it should also be an Indian.He sat there by himself, motionless as a rock.

After the Indian drivers pointed the way, they walked aside silently and sat back in their cars.He didn't leave, didn't speak, and just sat there with a dull expression.

Long boldly scratched his head and said, "What do they mean?"

Jia Zixun said in a low voice, "They won't go up. Hinduism has a strict hierarchy, and Brahman priests have a high status. They should not dare to approach the person above."

Su Xuanshui said coldly, "These Ah Sans are so arrogant. That's just right, let's go and see this noble guy."

Fan Jiannan nodded and said, "That's fine, but don't do anything anyway, let's see the situation first."

Several people walked up slowly along the mountain path dug out in the mountain.I don't know when these steps were built, because of the serious weathering, they look very rough.There were broken traces everywhere in the surrounding grottoes, which seemed to have been destroyed in ancient times. They walked up and found that the cliff where the man was sitting was originally a pavilion made of huge stones.

It's just that the pavilions have been destroyed for a long time, but there are still broken stone beams on the cliff.And that person was facing the valley, sitting with his back to them, like a stone statue.The bitter mountain wind shook his thin clothes, but he didn't move at all.

(End of this chapter)