I looked at each other, trying to find the answer on the other's face, but like me, she couldn't imagine the truth behind this ancient legend. The phenomenon of wild animals committing suicide in groups occurs all over the world.
There are many creatures in the sea, but it is almost never heard of animals of many different species mixed together to commit suicide. And in Tibet, which worships mountains and lakes, how could there be such an unlucky thing as the Sea of ​​Disaster?
It’s a bit weird to name this mountainous area with such words.
The guide Chu Yi explained that the legend of Zanggugou was told by the old people many generations ago. Whenever the crescent moon resembles an eyebrow, the wild beasts in the mountains would look at the moon, jump from high places into the ditch and fall to their death.
Their death appeases the anger of the gods. There is also a legend that any animal that jumps into a ditch and dies can escape from the animal realm and be reincarnated as a human being.
But no one who is still alive in the world has ever seen a wild beast jumping over the cliff, and they don’t know whether those ancient legends are true or false. But in Zanggugou, you can still see the remains of many wild beasts.
At night, there will be will-o'-the-wisps flashing, and the terrain there is complex and connected to the ancient Shenluogou Glacier. If you want to find a place surrounded by four snow-capped mountains, it is at the Shenluogou Glacier. It will take about five more days to get there.
The complex terrain of Shenluogou is rare in the world. This northern Tibetan plateau is sparsely populated and has a harsh living environment. The vicinity of Karamir is almost entirely uninhabited land, and most areas are inaccessible.
At most, I have only gone to Shenluogou to collect herbs, and he has never been further there. There are many snow-capped mountains and ancient glaciers in Karamir, but the only glacier surrounded by four snow peaks is Shenluogou Glacier. First day of junior high school
All it can do is lead us there.
The expedition team rested at the mountain pass for more than half an hour. It was almost time to leave. People who were exhausted and had difficulty breathing were all riding on horseback. The guide Chu Yi put the shotgun and Tibetan knife on his body again, and took out a bottle of highland barley wine.
He drank a few big mouthfuls of wine from his skin bag, then knocked his whip three times in the air to inform the mountain god, and then said to everyone: If you want to enter the Zanggu Valley, you must first climb Ga Qingpo. After that, he shook the mountain with one hand.
With the prayer wheel in hand and the whip in one hand, we should lead the way into the mountain first.
The rest of the men and horses followed him, wandering around in the mountains, and finally arrived at Gaqingpo, also known as Gaqinggao. Although there is a slope in the place name, it is not inferior to the high mountains. The altitude here is
It was too high, and the clouds covered the fog. The Khampa men in the first grade of junior high school didn't think anything of it, but Uncle Ming couldn't hold it any longer. In the past, mainlanders who came to the plateau couldn't adapt to altitude sickness, and they stayed on the plateau for sixty days.
, will lead to death. Because the air pressure will gradually enlarge the heart, and over time the body's load will be exceeded. Later, this situation can be alleviated through medical means, but it is still very dangerous.
I used to always find it a bit strange. Normally, someone like Uncle Ming would have already spent enough money. Why would he be willing to throw these old bones into the Kunlun Mountains and risk his life to find the glacier crystal corpse? Later.
Only then did I learn from Han Shuna that all that was left of Uncle Ming's family now was the house in Beijing and a few antiques. All the family property was lost by gambling with his two sons in Hong Kong, and he still owed a huge debt.
A debt. Uncle Ming wanted to make another big bet while his legs and feet were still moving. Otherwise, when he returned to the west, his two sons and goddaughter would have to go to the northwest. After knowing this, I also had feelings for Uncle Ming.
Some sympathy.
I was worried that Uncle Ming and Axiang might get into an accident if we walked higher up, so I caught up with the first grader in front of me and asked him how far he had to go before entering the Zanggu Valley.
On the first day of the junior high school, he suddenly stopped, waved to me, and pointed diagonally downward for me to look there. I looked in the direction he pointed, and the surrounding clouds and mist were being blown away by the mountain wind, and a line was opened on the ground.
Deep ravine. Looking down at the deep ravine from a high place, all you can see is a hazy and unpredictable atmosphere. Let alone jumping from here, just taking a look at it will make you feel scared. If the clouds and fog on the top of the mountain are thicker, I don’t know what will happen.
Anyone who lives in this terrain will definitely continue to move forward and fall into a deep ditch and be shattered to pieces.
Below this is the Zanggu Valley. The location we are at is the legendary place where countless beasts jumped to their deaths. The locals call this place the Beast-killing Platform.
Chu handed me a leather bag containing highland barley wine and asked me to take a few sips to drive away the cold mountain wind. He said to me: How about I call you Duji from now on? Duji means gold in Tibetan.
Brave means that only true warriors dare to look down at the Zanggu Valley from the beast-killing platform. Brother Duji, you are great.
I took two sips of wine, grinned at the first grade of junior high school, and thought to myself, you don’t know, those few glances just made my calves really cramped, if I take a detour now, I can still get out before dark.
We were about to drive the yaks over to Zanggugou when the mountain wind picked up again. The thicker clouds above our heads slowly moved away, and a majestic snow-capped peak emerged from the sea of ​​clouds. This mountain seemed to be in the sky.
The silver snow peaks make people feel that they are within reach. No wonder the locals say: when you reach Gaqinggao, you can reach out and grab the sky. Against the background of the sunlight and white clouds, the snow mountains are very visually and spiritually shocking.
Famous porters are used to seeing it, but we mainlanders who are not familiar with snow-capped mountains looked at it with eyes wide open and lingered for a long time, until other clouds came over to cover the snow-capped peaks, and then we turned around and left step by step.
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I checked the time at the entrance of Zanggu Valley. Due to my miscalculation of progress, I had no time to cross the deep trench before dark. It seemed that I could only camp outside the trench for the night and wait until dawn the next day.
Out.
However, the altitude of the entrance is over 4,500. When we climbed the Gaqing Slope, some people with poor physical strength had strong altitude sickness. Although they took medicine, they did not get better. They had to find a place with a lower altitude.
If there was no place for them to rest for a night, the only option was to enter the Zanggu Valley.
The guide Chu Yi said that things like hauntings and wild beasts committing suicide have been legends for a long time. To be honest, I don’t believe it either, but it is still dangerous for us to go in at night. Although there will not be the threat of avalanches there, there are two sides.
If there is a loose place on the cliff, even if a small piece falls, if it happens to fall on the head, even if there is an iron pot on the head, it will be smashed through. This is one, and the other is that thousands of people have died inside.
There are tens of thousands of wild beasts, and phosphorus fires often appear. Yaks and horses are easily frightened. Although yaks usually look honest and honest, once they get mad, we will be trampled to death by them in a place as narrow as the Zanggugou.
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I looked at Uncle Ming's family of three lying on the horseback, and felt rather embarrassed. Finally, I thought of a way to put all the yaks in front, and the rest of the people and horses in the back. Going down from here, there are many dead bones in the bone ditch.
Camping behind a tree will minimize the risk factor. After discussing some details, we finally decided to camp in a ditch.
After winding into Zanggu Valley, which is less than 3,000 meters above sea level, those who had difficulty breathing finally got a chance to breathe. The reason why this place is called a ditch and not just a valley is because the terrain is too narrow and there are cliffs on both sides.
Looking up, there is only a sliver of sky. The ditch is full of rocks and weeds. Sure enough, there are countless bones among them, the most common are some ox horns and goat horns. These things have been immortal for thousands of years.
It is said that Shenluogou, which is connected to this place, has a completely different environment from here. There are a large number of virgin forests and a wide variety of rare plants. The mountains are especially rich in medicinal materials, so it is also known as Medicine Mountain.
After walking about a quarter of the way, night had fallen, and we still had not found a suitable area to camp. The yaks had been walking all day, and they were starting to get a little agitated after dark. For safety reasons, we had to find a few nearby.
He stopped where there were dead trees, set up tents, and buried pots to boil water.
Because this Bone Valley runs east-west, we can see the moon in the night sky. The cold moon is like a hook. Because it is so deep here, the moonlight is extremely hazy. Only the fire lit by dried cow dung can illuminate us.
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Everyone sat around the fire to eat and drink, and the generous guide Chu Yi told everyone about Tibetan folklore. I ate a few bites in a hurry, left the campfire, and sat alone on a broken tree stump not far away to smoke.
I had barely taken two puffs when the cigarette was snatched away and stepped on by someone who came over: Smoking on the plateau is very harmful to the body. You are not allowed to smoke. I have something to discuss with you.
I originally wanted to tell you how you could rob and rob like the fascists, but then I stopped thinking about it. Ever since I entered the Zanggu Valley, I had a strange feeling and must have sensed some unusual signs, so I came here to see you.
I discussed that this is related to everyone's life safety, so we should stop joking and make it official.
Sure enough, she came here for this matter. The large number of animal bones in the ditch caught her attention. These residual bones such as ox horns, sheep horns, and bear heads seemed to be as old as two or three hundred birds in recent times.
, if it is really like the legend, why have no wild beasts jumped into ditches to commit suicide in recent years?
I thought about it and said that the legends handed down in ancient times may only retain some shadows of the truth, and it cannot be because of the temptation of some natural phenomena. Although those things are unbelievable, they do exist in the world. But I think at least in
It doesn't exist here.
The half-volume incomplete book left to me by my grandfather was written by a gold-touching master in his late teens. It also mentioned the structural layout of the nine-story demon tower in Tibet. I think there must have been a gold-touching school in the past years.
Wei fell over the nine-story demon tower. For a tomb in the form of a demon tower like this, there must be two dragon-shaped burial ditches of the same size facing each other. Maybe the bone burial ditch we are in is one of them.
, and unknown sacrifices may have been held here.
I kicked the dead tree stump next to me, and there was a very vague three-eyed ghost face with a human head on it. It was left hundreds of years ago at least, and it was almost weathered. Since I entered the Zanggu Valley, I have seen the trees
There are similar totem marks, which should be good news for us, indicating that we are not far from the Phoenix Temple.
I was studying the layout of this sacrificial ditch and the possible location of the demon tower. Suddenly I heard people around the fire exclaiming, their voices full of panic and confusion. I turned my head quickly. The scene in front of me was really shocking.
I can’t believe it’s true. In the hazy moonlight, a huge Tibetan horse bear is falling from a thousand meters in the air with its teeth and claws. Book Alliance
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