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"That is the Sacred Mountain. When evening falls 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, pulling 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 babbling brook, merging into the river at the mountain's base. The water was crystal clear and icy cold; some early arrivals were even washing their cars by the riverside.
Qian Wenwu and his group of wealthy second-generation heirs, along with their bodyguards, were gathered together playing poker. Upon seeing Jiang Chen arrive, they immediately took on a mischievous tone. Qian Wenwu turned to Xiong Sumei and said, "Beauty Xiong, that guy is here."
"What does it matter to me if he’s here?" Xiong Sumei frowned and shot a glare at Qian Wenwu and his friends. They were truly bored to be making jokes at her expense.
"Since you care so much about him, it obviously matters," Qian Wenwu replied with a grin.
"Hmph, Qian Wenwu, be serious; we are beneath the Sacred Mountain," Xiong Sumei admonished him.
"Haha, we should indeed be serious. Looking at the time, it should be about right," Qian Wenwu said as he glanced up at the sun, his expression turning solemn as he ceased his playful banter.
"Look! There’s golden light!" Suddenly, someone shouted.
Everyone was instantly drawn to the Sacred Mountain. Despite its seemingly ordinary appearance, from their vantage point, it rose over a thousand meters high, towering and perilous. Even ordinary people would find climbing it fraught with danger; a moment's inattention 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 beam of sunlight seemed to connect with the snow-capped peak of the mountain in some mystical way, refracting golden light. As the sun continued to sink lower, more and more golden light emerged until finally, the entire snow-covered summit transformed into a dazzling golden peak that looked magnificent and otherworldly, as if Buddha himself had descended—a truly spectacular sight.
"It's so beautiful!" Xiong Sumei exclaimed involuntarily as she took out her camera and began snapping photos from various angles.
"Hurry up and make a wish!" Chen Shuifeng knelt on the ground with exaggerated reverence.
"I think this might just be a natural phenomenon; wishing may not necessarily yield results. I won’t make a wish. But this trip has definitely been worthwhile; that golden peak is simply stunning! The transformation from snow to gold is hard to imagine without seeing it firsthand. Nature truly is marvelous," 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, leisurely observing the summit of the Sacred Mountain.
"Young man, hurry up and pay homage 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 have no wishes; I won’t pay homage," Jiang Chen replied with a smile. He didn’t need any divine assistance.
The old man didn’t press further; instead, he knelt by the river with his grandson and began to pray devoutly while reciting Tibetan scriptures.
While Xiong Sumei was taking photos, 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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