genius divination

Chapter 417

All travel guides are telling people who are going to India that as long as they enter India, they must be careful of their belongings to avoid being stolen.So when he first arrived in this unfamiliar environment, everyone was paying attention to their bags like a soldier, and I don't know if it was because it had just rained here, and the road was slightly muddy. Fan Jiannan could only protect his luggage with his hands and lower his head all the way. Proceed cautiously.

After walking for more than half an hour, we finally arrived at the long-distance bus station.It is an exaggeration to say that it is a passenger terminal. It is just a small alley on the side of the road, and there are two or three very dilapidated passenger cars parked in it.Feng Yuan inquired about the bus information in English, and learned that the bus to Varanasi departed at 6 o'clock in India time and arrived in about 8 hours.

There was still an hour or so before the departure of the bus, so after paying for the ticket, Fan Jiannan looked around for food, and bought some biscuits and dry food. After all, what awaited them was an arduous journey of overnight train.

Another bumpy trip, the road here is really not very good.The road leading to Varanasi is not like the so-called national roads in China, which basically lead to expressways. It is only a secondary road at best.Secondly, apart from bringing back some childhood memories for Fan Jiannan, the bus they took had nothing to like.

The car drives slowly, at most 30-40 kilometers per hour.So it arrived late again, Fan Jiannan was used to this situation, and it was abnormal for the car to arrive on time in India.

Brother Ah San had already introduced this wonderful city with great interest, and had already booked a hotel in the city for them.

However, because the distance to the hotel was not short, they still took a three-wheeled motorcycle called a tutu and passed through most of the chaotic and noisy city.After getting off the car at a street corner, the driver told Fan Jiannan that he could no longer drive ahead.

They can only follow the driver into the intricate alleys, turning and turning like a maze.It was daylight, and they arrived at the neighborhood along the Ganges, and then began to walk through the lanes to find the hotel they had booked.Varanasi is a city that can give travelers completely different feelings, some are great love, while others are extremely disgusting.

At that time, Fan Jiannan could only rely on imagination, full of confusion, and very eager to witness it with his own eyes as soon as possible.At this time, he was trapped in it, and he also realized the reason why some people hate it.Just before dawn, the already dark and damp alleyway looked dark and slippery.What's even more bizarre is that in all the alleys there were cows standing or sleeping in them. After a night, manure was piled up everywhere, making people walking involuntarily have to be extra careful to avoid them.

Su Xuanshui had already sneered, expressing that he did not want to stay here too long.If it wasn't for the growing light and the increase of people on the road, he would probably have jumped to the top of a nearby low building.Walked on the eaves.Feng Yuan also carefully walked around the sacred cows blocking the way, trying not to disturb them as much as possible.After more than a quarter of an hour, they finally arrived at the hotel reserved by the Ganges River.

The location of the hotel is very deserted, just outside the Ganges.The huge building is silent, the night mist outside the balcony is misty, and God knows how many undead are floating in the dark and empty Ganges.

Fan Jiannan and others completed the formalities and went upstairs.After putting down his luggage, Fan Jiannan opened the door and walked onto the balcony. In front of him was the wide and calm Ganges River.On the river bank are towns and hundreds of ghats, large and small, scattered along the river within a six-kilometer range.

Although the buildings along the river have different styles and colors, most of them are old-fashioned, mottled and faded, as if they have been soaked in the river of time for too long.The city of Varanasi has a history of at least 3000 years. It has been born and died, and it has been changed many times.

Fan Jiannan looked at the Ganges outside, a little lost in thought.

On this side of the river are crowded towns and history, but on the other side of the river there is no one, only a large expanse of bare sand that spreads out of sight.Looking across the gray mist that has always permeated the river, it seems that it is the other side of bliss, empty and white, so clean.But it is also a forbidden place that no one dares to go and no one can reach.

He suddenly had a unique feeling similar to that on the top of Wudang Mountain.An indescribable feeling, like facing something deeper in the soul.He can see through many things, even the fate of most people, but he still can't see through the thousands of years of history.

"What are you thinking about?" Jia Zixun said slowly behind him.

Fan Jiannan came back to his senses and smiled faintly, "It's nothing. I just feel that there are some things in our lives that really can't be avoided. Just a few years ago, I would never feel this way. At that time, I still I am very curious and excited about being able to predict what will happen in the future. I never thought that I would know Feng Yuan, Long Dadar and you, and I never thought that I would be in a daze by the Ganges River in India."

"Have you become a fatalist like the Indians? Or when it comes to the holy places in India, you have evolved from a dirty artist who specializes in painting naked women to a philosopher who thinks about the meaning of life?" Long laughed boldly.

"Whatever you say changes the taste in your mouth. That's art, not obscenity. And I'm not an artist, I'm just a fortune-telling charlatan, not much different from you, a charlatan. Everyone is a quack, you Is it interesting to hurt me so much?" Fan Jiannan shrugged.

"I'm not kidding. I really don't see anything special about this place except that it's a bit dilapidated. Why did the gang of asses choose this dilapidated place as the meeting place? It's really incomprehensible." Long Boldly muttered understandingly.

"The religious holy place of Hinduism here is probably also the nest of Indian mysticism." Su Xuanshui said slowly. "In other words, there are a lot of them here, and we seem to be surrounded by a group of mystics. It seems that Fan Wudi has indeed forced them not to go out, and everything must be done carefully."

"What? Is this the lair of the Indian Mysticism?" Long Bold's expression changed.

"Didn't you notice on the way here just now? There are ascetic monks wearing yellow robes everywhere on every street corner. Can you guarantee that these people are not followers of the secret religion?" Su Xuanshui said coldly. "The other side seems to be well prepared. If they fail to reach an agreement, they will take down Fan Jiannan and threaten his old man. I think you should ask for more blessings!"

What he said is true, if the ascetics on the banks of the Ganges are indeed a unique landscape in India.Some of them are in twos and threes, and some are alone, facing the Ganges, sitting blankly.Some wore clean yellow robes, dignified and peaceful, and some wore flax, with a haggard appearance.

The "masters" or crooks of various sects who have attained the Tao preached on the main river altar. They each occupied a big umbrella and sat cross-legged, surrounded by male and female believers in front of the four seats, listening to their persuasion.There is almost an ancient interest of contention among a hundred schools of thought.Along the way, they saw quite a few people, but there were almost none of these people who really possessed mana fluctuations.

So Fan Jiannan smiled slightly and said, "Whatever, just a few charlatans. Maybe tomorrow I will use a cover and go to the street to shout a few times to let these assholes know my tricks. Take a look, take a look, sir I have mastered astronomy and mastered ghosts. One hexagram is [-] rupees."

Feng Yuan couldn't help laughing, glared at him and said, "It's this time, you still have the mind to joke around." But then her expression became a little worried again, she knew that Fan Jiannan always liked to use this kind of boring and funny way to hide own worries.

(End of this chapter)