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"That is the Sacred Mountain. When evening comes and the sun sets, the golden peak will appear, and at that moment, it will be unlike any other mountain," the old man said.
"Indeed, it is different," Jiang Chen replied, retracting his gaze from the Sacred Mountain with a smile that hinted at deeper meaning.
Before the sun set, Jiang Chen and his companions finally arrived at the foot of the Sacred Mountain. Snow Water flowed down from a small stream, merging into the river at the base of the mountain. The water was crystal clear and icy cold; some early arrivals were even washing their cars by the riverbank.
Qian Wenwu and a few other wealthy young men, along with their bodyguards, were gathered together playing poker. Upon seeing Jiang Chen's arrival, they immediately found it amusing and said to Xiong Sumei, "Beauty Xiong, that guy is here."
"What does it have to do with me that he’s here?" Xiong Sumei frowned and shot a glare at Qian Wenwu and the others. These people were truly bored, making jokes at her expense.
"Since you care so much about him, it must be related to you," Qian Wenwu said with a grin.
"Hmph, Qian Wenwu, be serious; we are beneath the Sacred Mountain," Xiong Sumei admonished.
"Haha, we should indeed be serious. Looking at the time, it should be about right," Qian Wenwu said as he glanced at the sun in the sky, his expression becoming solemn as he stopped trying to provoke her.
"Look! There’s golden light!" Suddenly, someone shouted.
Everyone was drawn to look towards the Sacred Mountain. Although it appeared unremarkable at first glance, from their vantage point, it stood over a thousand meters high—towering and perilous. Even for ordinary people attempting to climb it, danger lurked everywhere; one misstep could send them tumbling down like stones, shattering upon impact. Not to mention the risk of avalanches.
At that moment, as the sun slowly descended, a ray of sunlight seemed to reach a certain harmony with the snow-capped peak of the mountain, refracting golden light. As the sun continued its descent, more golden light emerged until finally, the entire snow-covered summit transformed into a dazzling golden peak—glorious and otherworldly, as if a deity had descended from above.
"How beautiful!" Xiong Sumei exclaimed involuntarily as she took out her camera and began changing angles to capture the scene.
"Hurry up and make a wish!" Chen Shuifeng knelt on the ground in earnest reverence.
"I think this might just be a natural phenomenon; making wishes might not guarantee anything. I won’t make a wish. But this trip has truly been worthwhile; that golden peak is simply stunning! The transformation from snow peak to golden peak is hard to imagine without seeing it firsthand. Nature is indeed full of wonders," Xiong Sumei said with a smile as her mood brightened in response to the breathtaking scenery.
Jiang Chen stood by the riverbank with his hands clasped behind his back, casually observing the summit of the Sacred Mountain.
"Young man, hurry up and pay your respects to the Sacred Mountain; such an opportunity is rare. Since you’re here, make a wish! The Sacred Mountain is truly effective—of course, your request shouldn’t be too excessive," urged the old man when he noticed Jiang Chen standing still.
"I don’t have any wishes; I won’t pay my respects," Jiang Chen replied with a smile. He didn’t need any divine intervention.
The old man didn’t press further; instead, he knelt by the river with his grandson in devotion while reciting Tibetan scriptures.
While Xiong Sumei was taking pictures, she inadvertently caught sight of Jiang Chen standing among a group of Tibetan people. He stood out like a crane among chickens; while everyone else was bowing in reverence to the Sacred Mountain, he remained oddly still with his hands clasped behind his back—truly peculiar!
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