The three stones were fragmented from one whole body and could be pieced together. Xiao Xiu only took one glance and knew that this was a note-taking talisman of the ancient Qiang people. This thing is not a formal writing, even if it is shown to some historians
, he may not be able to understand it. But the major events that Mustache experienced before are closely related to Dangxiang Qiang and even the ancient Qiang, so all the information he can find about them has been turned over by him.
However, the meaning of this kind of note-taking symbol cannot be so precise, and it is difficult to identify the same thing when it is carved by one person. So even though Mustache has a strong memory, it took a long time to roughly recall these note-taking symbols.
meaning.
The talismans on the three stones were interpreted as four words, a prophecy of the end of the world.
With Mustache's thinking ability, he was suddenly taken in. These four words seemed to be too far away from his previous experience about reincarnation and immortality. He didn't understand what the end of the world prophecy was.
But if you don’t understand, you just don’t understand, because except for the three stones, there are no clues to trace here in Xiaojiashan. The Gansu line is considered interrupted. If you want to trace other clues, you can only turn your attention to the plateau.
Want to go to Tibet? Mustache's eyes became hazy for the first time. The most mysterious place in the world was still thousands of miles away, but he seemed to be able to see the outline of the plateau.
It is a lonely land. Only those who walk in Tibet can understand what loneliness is. Loneliness does not mean turning off the phone and staying alone in a dark room, nor does it mean living alone in the deep mountains and old forests, with only two of your own.
Only when you set foot on the vast land closest to the sky in the world can you truly know that you are far, far away from the real world. You are the only one walking on the endless land.
Without much consideration, he directly transferred from Gansu to Qinghai. There could have been other routes, but he deliberately chose this route because he could pass Qinghai Lake on the way and he wanted to see this place.
To go to a place, it doesn't matter which route you take, as long as you can reach the destination. However, it was this seemingly inconspicuous detail that changed everything after that, or in other words, changed the mustache.
Before entering Tibet, Mustache thought carefully. He felt that he would definitely have to walk a lot and visit a lot of people. If nothing else, the language barrier was the biggest obstacle. He could break the neck of a Tibetan mastiff, but
There was no way to communicate with Tibetans who did not understand Chinese. So when he was on the road, he thought that he needed a helper. It would be enough for this helper to be proficient in Tibetan and familiar with Tibetan areas.
He thought of Su Ri, but choosing the Qinghai route and then detouring to Su Ri would waste a lot of time. Besides, he and Su Ri were not very familiar with each other, so he gave up the idea.
Mustache went directly to Lhasa, which was the place he wanted to see before, and where he could find suitable helpers. When he arrived in Lhasa, it happened to be the Sagadawa Festival, and many locals and foreign tourists came.
There is a festival at the Potala Palace, but Barkhor Street in the city is still very lively.
Barkhor Street is the prayer path outside the Jokhang Temple and the busiest commercial street in Lhasa. When walking among the crowds, Mustache was a little disappointed. He felt that such an atmosphere had polluted this ancient city on the plateau.
Just like a blue and white porcelain lamp inlaid with a circle of gilt, it looks magnificent, but in fact the most essential thing has been invisibly lost.
This is a Buddhist country, and the whole street is filled with burning Tibetan fragrance. Here you can buy some specialties from surrounding countries. Among the bustling crowd, there are often conversations about bargaining, which is a bit weird.
The scene is not far away from the Jokhang Temple. The mustache bypassed the crowd and walked slowly. The architectural style of the old city of Lhasa is maintained around Barkhor Street. Occasionally, you can see old Tibetans sitting on the steps in front of the door.
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The dark face, the undulating wrinkles, the vicissitudes of the eyes, coupled with the old house behind him and the blue sky of the mountains in the distance, only then did Mustache feel that he had seen the real ancient plateau city, even though it was only a corner.
Barkhor Street is a place where many foreign tourists gather, and some local people often hang out here, serving as guides or doing things for them. Mustache found a backpacking inn. In fact, the inn was already full of people, but because of the
Because of the Gadawa Festival, many tourists went to the Potala Palace, and the inn was not as noisy as before.
There are many wooden tables and chairs in the backyard of the backpacker inn, where you can drink butter tea and chat. Over time, it has become a place for foreigners and locals to communicate. It is easy to find a guide. Generally, someone will come over soon after a strange foreigner sits down.
Strike up a conversation and ask them if they need help.
I have to say that although the mustache is silent and low-key, he will attract people's attention invisibly. This kind of attraction is inexplicable, as if this person has a strong magnetism and can attract people's attention. He sat down quietly
He was in a corner of the yard, but soon someone came over and asked him if he was looking for someone to lead him to play.
Two locals came one after another, but Mustache shook his head in rejection, because when he saw the other person for the first time, he felt that this was not a qualified guide. It was okay to fool outsiders, but they had to lead the way through hundreds of miles.
When it comes to traveling thousands of miles or even farther, they are definitely not up to the task.
He sat here for about an hour, and then planned to go back to his room and wait until tomorrow, when all the people from the festival would come back and there would be more guides.
"Want a guide?"
Just when Mustache was about to get up, a voice came from behind. It was a woman's voice. When he turned around, he saw the owner of the voice.
This is a young Tibetan girl, about 27 or 28 years old. She is wearing jeans and a black and white plaid jacket, with her hands on her hips.
She is tall, with straight and slender legs tightly wrapped in jeans. Her face has a wheat color, and her black hair is spread behind her shoulders. This complexion makes her look energetic and energetic.
She tilted her head and looked at her mustache, her slightly opened lips revealed her white teeth, and the cowhide boots on her feet were tilted slightly, swinging from side to side.
"Brother, are you looking for a guide?" She saw that Mustache was silent and was not discouraged at all. She walked over and sat across from Mustache, showing a brighter smile. Her eyes were bright, like clear spring water.
, the mouth curved into a crescent moon with the smile.
Mustache still didn't answer and took a sip of butter tea. It's rare to see a woman serving as a guide leading people across the plateau, especially such a young woman. Mustache was not used to talking too much with strangers, and silence represented his attitude. However,
This time he didn't directly shake his head and refuse. Alternative things always arouse people's curiosity.
"Brother, you are so unfriendly. Did you just lose your wallet yesterday? If you didn't lose your money, then be happier. This is the plateau, the place closest to the sky. I solemnly ask you again, are you looking for a guide?
?" She speaks Chinese very fluently, and she has obviously been in this industry for more than a day or two.
"Are you okay?" Mustache looked up at her and asked.
"Whether it's okay or not, it depends on you. If you give me a thousand yuan, I'll do a job worth a thousand yuan. If you give me ten thousand yuan, I'll do a job worth ten thousand yuan. It's different. Man, you look different.
Like a stingy person, my name is Kelsang Medo. I am very happy to be your guide. Where do you want to go? Everyone here knows that Kelsang Medo has a good reputation. No matter where you go, there will be no problem. I
I can take you from Lhasa to Nepal."
The two chatted for half an hour. Of course, it was the woman named Kelsang Medo who was talking and Mustache was listening. This woman was very interesting, and as the conversation progressed, Mustache could tell that Kelsang Medo was interested in her.
The whole Tibetan area seems really familiar.
In a sudden moment, Mustache had the idea of hiring her as a guide. He didn't know how this idea came about, because he could sense that although Gesang Medo was very talkative, her eyes were just like the ones on the plateau.
The sky is as pure as the sky without a single flaw. The gaze emitted by such eyes will make people feel trustful and friendly.
"Brother, you don't have to think too much. Kelsang Medo can definitely do it." Kelsang Medo took out a map of the Tibetan area from his bag and said, "I can bring you here smoothly."
Anywhere on the map, and some targets can even be as precise as a village. I speak Tibetan as fluently as you speak Chinese. The most important thing is, I can guarantee your safety."
"You make an offer." When he heard the last sentence, Mustache wanted to laugh a little. This was definitely an interesting guide.
"No, no, no, your eyes tell me that you don't believe what I say. Kelsang Medo can prove it to you, come on." Kelsang Medo immediately stood up from the chair. When she saw the mustache
When he had no intention of getting up, he stretched out his hand and pulled him up.
Dragging her mustache, she left the backpacker inn and came to the wall outside the inn. She pushed her mustache to stand beside the wall, and then took out an apple from her bag.
"Brother, just be a showman for the time being. You won't mind if I put an apple on your head, right?" Gesang Medo gestured and put the apple on his mustache head, then took it out with his other hand.
A sharp little Tibetan knife: "Gelsang Meiduo can pierce the apple on top of your head with his knife from ten meters away."
"What if you miss?"
"It doesn't matter, the hospital is very close to here." Kelsang Medo's mouth curved into a crescent moon again: "But buddy, can you have some confidence in Kelsang Medo? You won't miss."
Gesang Meiduo put the apples away, then quickly turned around and ran about ten meters away. Her black hair spread out as she ran. She stood motionless with her mustache, staring at Gesang Meiduo.
The sharp little Tibetan knife began to point and aim. But two minutes later, she ran back again.
"Why are you not afraid at all? Do you have too much confidence in me?" Gesangmedo smiled and took off the apple from the top of his mustache, and then hung the apple on the wall with a thin thread. After that, she
He turned around and ran out, stood ten meters away, held up the Tibetan knife in his hand, and said, "Look at this apple, it will be mercilessly pierced by Kelsang Meiduo's little Tibetan knife."
The sharp Tibetan knife flew out from Kelsang Meiduo's hand, flashing a flash of light in the gentle sunlight. Mustache was a little surprised, Kelsang Meiduo didn't brag, the flying knife stabbed accurately.
apples hanging on the wall.
"The facts prove everything." Gesang Meiduo ran back and took off the apple, cut it open with a small Tibetan knife, handed half of it to Mustache, took the other half and took a bite: "Purely natural and pollution-free, Gesang Meiduo
Sang Meiduo promises that the apples on the plateau are sweeter than any apples you have ever tasted. Also, were you right when you asked me to set a price just now? First, I need to ask, where do you plan to go?"
"I don't know, it might take me a lot of walking." Xiao Hu couldn't tell how long it would take to find the roots of his family.
"If this is the case, buddy, you seem to be bleeding a lot. If it takes too long, it will delay other business. The cost of leading the way plus a little compensation... I think this price is more appropriate.
, both you and I can accept it.”
When Kelsang Medo quoted the price, Xiao Huo held half an apple and was a little surprised again. He was not a person who valued money, but the price quoted by Kelsang Medo was simply ridiculously high.
, if it weren’t for someone with a heart as black as ink, he probably wouldn’t offer such a price at all.
"You want to make money directly from my business and buy a house in the mainland, right?"
"It doesn't matter if I give you a discount. It's not easy for everyone. Kelsang Medo also takes risks. Long live your understanding." Kelsang Medo gnawed at the apple, patted the mustache on the shoulder and said, "Brother,
Kelsang Meiduo earns money alone and has to support his family and children."
I don’t know if this sentence touched some memories deep in Xiaozhu’s heart. He is not a person who is easily impressed, and he did not ask about Kelsang Medo, but he knew very well that a single woman with a child was
How difficult it is because since he was eight years old, his mother has been working hard to support him.
"There is no need for a discount, but before that, please ask me something. If you find out clearly, I will pay you every penny of the price."
"no problem."
Mustache thought for a while and told Gesang Medo about the situation about the metal objects. He didn’t know the specific situation here, and he didn’t know whether the relevant information was blocked when the metal objects were unearthed. A local
It is much more convenient for him to inquire about things. At the same time, this is also a test of Kelsang Medo's ability.
"Wait for my news." Gesangmedo has a strong understanding and quickly understood what Mustache was talking about. She left a contact information and said to Mustache before leaving: "Brother,
, the backpacker inn you’re staying in is a bit expensive, I’ll introduce you to another one, it’s at least twenty yuan cheaper per day, if you stay for four or five days, wouldn’t you be able to save a hundred yuan?”
Mustache returned to the backpacker's inn, and in the afternoon of the next day, Gesang Medo came directly. She did not disappoint Mustache, and brought the news she had learned about.
"Brother, you won't mind if I came directly without calling, right? This can save some phone bills." Kelsang Medo said, "I think we are going to Gaza Monastery."