Gu Fengchun nodded and said: "Of course I know Genghis Khan's great guardian and a person with a sacred mission." However, what Gu Fengchun was even more curious about was that the Dalhut people were only engaged in the protection and memorial work of Genghis Khan's mausoleum throughout their lives.
, why did Dayumu run out and wander around?
The Genghis Khan Mausoleum on the Ordos Plateau is just a tomb. No one knows the real Genghis Khan Mausoleum. According to Chen Sitian’s unconstrained inference and Judging from Basiba’s deeds in his later years, the real location of the Genghis Khan Mausoleum should be in Tibet. However, this is also a family opinion.
, whether it is true or not, Gu Fengchun still has doubts in his heart. The Darhut people live near Chengling, and they exist only for the existence of Chengling throughout their lives. They have lived like this for nearly 800 years. For 800 years,
The Dalhut people guarded Genghis Khan's coffin on the grassland and lived a life without fighting against the world. During the Japanese invasion of China, in order to protect Genghis Khan's mausoleum, the then Kuomintang government moved Genghis Khan's coffin to Yu, Gansu Province in 1939.
Xinglong Mountain in Zhong County, Kumbum Monastery in Huangzhong County, Qinghai Province.
In 1954, the central government of New China moved Genghis Khan's coffin back to Ordos, rebuilt the cemetery in Yijinhuoluo Banner, and gradually concentrated Genghis Khan's relics scattered in various places into the Genghis Khan Mausoleum. From then on, the Genghis Khan Mausoleum was truly fixed.
Down to this day, the traditions of the Dalhut people are still passed down.
Dayumu said a little excitedly: "My friend, only you can understand the meaning of our existence."
Gu Fengchun smiled lightly, he didn't drink much, but he knew that Mongolian people like to drink spicy and sour mare's milk wine, so Dayumu naturally drank a lot, so he raised his glass and said to Dayumu: "Here's to the great Genghis Khan!
With a look of reverence, Dayumu also raised his wine glass and said, "May the eternal heaven bless my friend!" After saluting, he spilled the wine on the ground. Ancient Fengchun followed suit and spilled the wine all over the floor.
Then he poured Dayumu a new glass. Gu Fengchun knew that this was the courtesy of the Mongolian people. After finishing the courtesy, Gu Fengchun invited Dayumu to have a good meal.
Dayumu drinks well, but his food intake is even more astonishing. When Gufeng Chun saw that Dayumu was a Mongolian, he had already asked the shop owner to cut five kilograms of beef, but Gufeng Chunjian Dayumu immediately put a plate on the table like a whirlwind.
Cooked beef, a plain-cut chicken, a pair of braised pork elbows, and four bowls of white rice. It seemed that Dayumu had been hungry for several days.
Gu Fengchun smiled bitterly. He hadn't finished half of the bowl of rice yet, so he greeted the boss and served the dishes as usual. After another storm, Dayumu slowly burped, raised his head and looked at him sheepishly.
Gu Fengchunhan smiled and said: "I haven't had a full meal in two days. This eating scene will make you laugh."
Gu Fengchun smiled and said: "This is how a man eats, don't worry about it, haha." Gu Fengchun originally wanted to write about why Yumu fell to this point, but after thinking about it, he stopped.
You know, although the Dalhut people are humble and easy-going, they are extremely proud in their bones. They have always regarded themselves as the guardians of Genghis Khan, and their self-esteem is extremely strong. If he doesn't want to talk about what happened to Dayumu, then he doesn't have to.
Too curious to avoid hurting this straightforward man.
Dayumu grinned. He stared at Gu Fengchun's eyes for a while and said in surprise: "Mr. Gu, you are different from other people. The blood flowing in your body is different from others. You are blessed by the immortal god.
The messenger!" Dayumu's eyes became very strange, and then said: "Such a person has never appeared even in our Dalhut ethnic group for hundreds of years!"
Gu Fengchun frowned. He couldn't figure out what Da Yumu said, so he asked: "What's the difference? I'm not an ordinary person. Also, just call me Fengchun, brother Yumu." In order to downplay the relationship between the two.
Due to the generation gap, Gu Fengchun was the first to call Dayumu his eldest brother, which brought a lot of goodwill to Dayumu.
Dayumu looked solemn and said to Gu Fengchun: "Fengchun, it's different. Don't forget that I am a Dalhut. Our people have been engaged in work unknown to others all their lives. I can feel you."
The difference is different. In the prophecies of our clan, it was predicted that a person like you would appear, and he was the great saint, Luo Guluosi who hid the Buddha in the era of Kublai Khan."
Gu Fengchun couldn't help but be stunned. Luo Guluosi was hiding this person. He didn't know that this was Ba Siba. Although Ba Siba lived seven hundred years ago, Gu Feng Chun was already very familiar with him. Gu Feng Chun couldn't help but
Asked: "What's the difference?"
Dayumu bit his lip and said: "You are also a saint, a person who can communicate with the soul of the Great Khan." After Dayumu said this, he continued: "There is a legend in our clan that the Great Khan once said before his death.
, only those with the root of wisdom can know the secret of his undefeated life. In his later years, there will be two such people who can communicate with his soul and learn the endless secrets. At that time, we, Darhu
Te people have been praying and hoping that this legendary figure would be born into our tribe." When Dayumu said this, his eyes were filled with endless envy and excitement.
Gu Fengchun took a breath of cold air and asked puzzledly: "What is the secret?"
Dayumu shook his head and said: "This is a secret of the clan, a secret that no Dalhut person can reveal. Please forgive me."
Gu Fengchun nodded and said, "Okay, I won't ask." He was a man who knew the rules and would not take the initiative to force Da Yumu.
Dayumu thought for a while and said: However, you are a saint, I can give you some clues, but you have to explore the next thing by yourself. Don't distrust your identity and put your
Pass it to me."
Gu Fengchun smiled slightly, not knowing what mystery Dayumu was trying to sell, but he still stretched out his hand.
Dayumu held Gu Fengchun's hands tightly with his calloused hands and said: "Fengchun, close your eyes and take a good look. What did you see?"
Hearing this, Gu Fengchun nodded and closed his eyes. Suddenly, he trembled. A picture appeared in front of him. He saw an old man riding a white war horse, galloping on the prairie. There was unexpectedly something in the old man's eyes.
With a touch of red, when he was surprised, the picture suddenly disappeared and turned into a quiet void. Ye Ya was floating, looking at him with dull eyes, no expression on his face, but after a moment
, but a ball of fire rushed towards him and engulfed him.
"Ah!" Gu Feng Chunyi was nervous and let go of Dayumu's hand. Dayumu looked at Gu Fengchun and said: "Everything you see is the past, present and future. Now you know what you are.
Right? Saint?!" There was endless reverence in Dayumu's eyes, which made Gu Fengchun's heart tremble.