There must be some unknown secrets about the Dark Night Temple, especially when they turned around and found that the entrance to the somewhat collapsed but magnificent temple had disappeared, several people couldn't help but feel shocked, just like they had just discovered at that time
The entrance to the temple that suddenly appeared is the same. But you can't stay any longer. There are not many supplies. If you don't rush back as soon as possible, the situation will be very difficult. Nuo Tuoche is so barren that nothing can grow.
They distributed the supplies and hurried towards the road as fast as possible without any accidents. After being hungry for a day, the four of them finally returned to the village. When they returned to the village, they secretly paid attention to the activities of Lang Jie's family.
It was a coincidence that when they entered the village, they met Langjie's daughter-in-law. She was a Tibetan woman in her forties and a little frail. Maybe it was because her husband, son, and even her father had not come back for a long time. Langjie's daughter-in-law had a look on her face.
There was a kind of melancholy that could not be overcome. When she saw Xiao Hu and the others, she forced a polite smile.
Seeing this, Kelsang Medo felt uncomfortable. She turned her head and looked at Mustache. There was no expression on Mustache's face. It was a kind of indifference that seemed to see through the warmth and coldness of human relationships in the world. Kelsang Medo's heart
She was very kind. She frowned as she looked at the back of Langjie's daughter-in-law walking away.
"If you are soft-hearted, you will be judged. If you were soft-hearted at the mountain pass, we would have been buried in the cold soil by now." Mustache said, turned around and left. Gesang Meiduo looked a little confused.
Killing and being killed is a difficult choice for her, just like Mustache's confusion and confusion about what is right and wrong in the world twenty years ago.
However, because of Langjie, the few of them could not stay in the village for a long time. They bought some food from the villagers and then drove away. The next journey was very long. From here, they had to go all the way to the Yarlung Zangbo River Basin, Shanxi Province.
Pu Awang's friend Wu Sizang lived there.
This was actually the same journey as before, with an unknown outcome, but Jinpu Ngawang said that Usizang was the most knowledgeable person he had ever met, and they would not return empty-handed.
The Brahmaputra River, a river with a total length of 2,000 kilometers, is like a Milky Way across the vast land, crossing the Himalayas. It brings not only magnificence and vastness to Tibet, but also the most vigorous vitality. The Brahmaputra River Basin
It is probably the densest green area in the more than one million square kilometers of Tibetan areas.
Wu Sizang's village is actually far away from the Brahmaputra River. Their village is near a river called Gaya, which is a tributary of the Brahmaputra River. The water is very strong, making the vegetation near the village lush. They used ten
It took a few days to arrive near the Gaye River. Jinpu Awang was very familiar with the terrain here and pointed the way for Li Neng.
This is a Monba village with about a hundred households. Jinpu Awang has lived here for a long time and knows everyone in the village. Most of the villagers here cannot speak Chinese. After they saw Jinpu Awang, they
The people who gathered around chatted a lot. Mustache couldn't understand what they said, but he could see that Jin Pu Awang's face suddenly became very anxious.
"Maybe his friend named Usizang is ill, and he is very ill." Gesang Medo said to Xiaowu gently.
"I, I, I, I**! What is this!" Li Neng became anxious as soon as he heard this. His face turned blue after suffering for more than ten days, but just when he arrived here, he got the news that Wu Sizang was seriously ill.
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After Jinpu Ngawang finished talking to the villagers, he hurriedly walked toward the village with his mustache. They arrived at Usizang's residence, which was a large courtyard. Jinpu Awang had lived in Usizang's house for a while.
, he was familiar with the road and rushed in. Before the people came in, they started shouting.
He opened a door. The room was large but very dark. There was only one bed. There was a gilt copper stove in front of the bed. There were other things added to the Tibetan incense. The smell was very strong. It was still sunny this month.
It is relatively warm, but there is a charcoal fire burning in the room, and various smells are mixed together, making people feel depressed involuntarily.
"Wusizang! Are you okay?" Jinpu Awang rushed directly to the low bed.
Lying on the bed was an old man from the Monba tribe, probably about seventy years old. After a quick look with Xiao Hui, he felt that this old man might have had a good body since he was young. He should be very tough at this age.
, but at this moment, his spirit is very sluggish, with a yellowish-blue complexion on his face. He probably hasn't gone out for many days and has been staying in the house.
"Did you come here along the purest river water in the snow-capped mountains?" The old Monba man on the bed was shocked at first when he saw Jinpu Awang rushing in, and then a smile appeared on his face. It was obvious.
It turned out that his friendship with Jin Pu Awang was very unusual, and his spirits immediately improved.
"I came from a very far away place just to see you. These are my three friends." Jinpu Awang pointed to the mustaches behind him, then he grabbed one of the old man's hands and said, "What's going on?
What happened? You have always been in good health, how could it become like this? What disease do you have? "
"It's not an illness. Please tell all your friends to sit down for me." This old man named Wu Sizang is very strong. He lies sickly when no one is around. When he sees outsiders coming, he stubbornly wants to sit up. He relies on
Sitting on the bedside, he asked Jinpu Ngawang to take butter and brick tea from the cupboard, and make tea over the charcoal fire in the room.
"Wusizang, tell me, what exactly is going on?"
"It's nothing. I've been poisoned. If I can't get rid of it myself, my body will collapse."
Jinpu Awang was immediately surprised. The Monba people in this village still believe in Bon religion. Usizang is the most knowledgeable person in the village. He has been to India and Vietnam when he was young. He has spent his whole life studying the origin of the original Ben religion.
He has a lot of knowledge about poisonous things that have been passed down from time to time. If he gets poisoned by poison, it will be like a person who plays with snakes every day and is suddenly bitten by a snake.
Wu Sizang did not say how he got the poison. He only said that it was a kind of insect vood called ice flower seed. He knew this kind of poison but was not familiar with it and could not completely remove it. After being poisoned by ice flower seed, he could still survive even if he jumped into the fire.
Wu Sizang thought of many ways to get rid of the poison, which made him feel cold, and he was now half-dead.
Jinpu Awang swallowed his words halfway. He wanted to ask whether the remaining poison would be fatal, but looking at Wu Si Zang's appearance, he couldn't ask.
"You must be looking for me for something." Wu Sizang smiled and said, "Otherwise, I wouldn't be here at this time."
Jinpu Ngawang hesitated. He cared about Usizang's health and didn't want him to worry about it anymore. Usizang also knew that if it wasn't something important, Jinpu Ngawang would not come all the way to him.
The two were in a stalemate for a while. Wu Sizang was very stubborn. He saw that Jinpu Ngawang refused to speak, so he became unhappy.
Jinpu Ngawang had no choice but to look at Mustache and said it was nothing important and just wanted to ask some questions. At Usizang's insistence, Jinpu Ngawang signaled Mustache to take out the things.
Wu Sizang's eyes were a little cloudy, but this turbidity still contained a sharp light. Jinpu Awang lit a lamp on the bedside, and Wu Sizang took the metal strip from his mustache.
When he was walking, he looked at him deliberately for a few times, and then his eyes fell on the metal bar. When Wu Si Zang saw the metal bar clearly, a somewhat surprised expression appeared on his face.
"Where did you find this thing?" Wu Sizang ignored Jinpu Awang and asked Xiaohu directly. Xiaohu hesitated and told him that the metal bar was obtained from a nine-story pagoda.
"Do you know what this is for?" Jinpu Awang interjected.
Wusizang paused and shook his head, but let Jinpu Ngawang help him get up. After he stood up tremblingly, he asked Mustache to remove the bed board. Under the bed board, there were several neat little grids.
, there were messy things inside. Wu Sizang personally bent down and rummaged through these things for a while. When he turned around, there was a metal bar in his hand that was exactly the same as Mustache's hand.
This kind of metal absolutely cannot be forged. Several people were stunned. Mustache asked himself in his heart, is there such a coincidence? They brought such a metal bar to Wu Si Zang, and Wu Si Zang had it in his hand.
Just happen to have one?
"This thing is not mine." Wu Si Zang shook the metal bar in his hand, his eyes drifted to the mustache's face again, and said: "Someone else put it here."
Wu Sizang leaned against the bed again. He had a good relationship with Jinpu Awang, so he did not hide any secrets. He bluntly told the origin of this metal bar. According to him, this thing came from a neighboring village two years ago.
A man named Rong Jia brought it here. The two villages are almost twenty miles apart. Wu Sizang's knowledge is well-known in the two villages, so Rong Jia brought this thing to Wu Sizang for appraisal.
Wu Sizang didn't recognize this thing. He asked Rong Jia how he got this. Rong Jia was a little shaky when answering, but he couldn't withstand Wu Sizang's questioning and told the truth after a while. This thing
Rong Jia got it from a man who was about to die. When Rong Jia met this man, he was still alive and could talk. He pulled Rong Jia and talked nonsense for a long time. This man was a Han.
, not very proficient in Tibetan, Rongjia heard all kinds of nonsense. After the man finished speaking, he gradually lost consciousness. Rongjia did not dare to take him back to the village, so he hid him seven or eight miles away from the village.
In a hole outside.
Wu Sizang asked Rong Jia to take him to see him. When they arrived, the man only breathed his last breath and could not speak a word. He died not long after.
"This person." Wu Si Zang rolled his eyes again and looked up and down at his mustache, then breathed and said, "Just like you."