The nights on the plateau seemed particularly long. The old man and the others only brought a tent. After letting the children sleep, they spent the night outside in a homemade sleeping bag.
Before going to bed, the old man saw that Mo Hai was still not sleeping, so he couldn't help but asked. Mo Hai said that he was not sleepy yet.
It wasn't until the next day that the sky dawned. The old man opened his eyes and saw that the sky was already slightly bright.
"Huh?" The old man couldn't help being surprised when he saw something, and let out a soft cry. He actually saw Mo Hai sitting on the rock.
He quickly stood up and ran to Mo Hai. Mo Hai also opened his eyes at this moment and looked at the old man.
"You, you won't just sit like this all night, right?" the old man asked in surprise.
"I slept sitting up all night. I prefer sleeping sitting up." Mo Hai said with a slight smile.
"You young man, there is no need to be embarrassed. At least it will be more comfortable if you cover yourself with a blanket. If you sit like this for a night, I don't believe you can sleep. You are not a god." The old man's eyes were full of suspicion and worry.
"Let me make you some butter tea. Don't get sick from the cold. Young man, don't do this again. Don't rely on your youth. If you are exposed to the cold wind for a long time, you will get joint diseases in the future." The old man spoke again,
Then he hurriedly lit a fire and cooked butter tea for Mo Hai.
Butter tea is a homemade drink made by herdsmen. It tastes salty and sweet, so Mo Hai did not refuse and drank a bowl of butter tea from the old man.
"Let's have another piece of naan cake." The old man cut off another piece of naan cake and handed it to Mo Hai. Although the naan cake was as hard as a rock, it tasted a little sweet along with the butter tea.
After drinking butter tea and eating naan cakes, it was already seven o'clock. The rays of the morning sun broke through the clouds and illuminated the entire plateau. On the peaks not far away, the white snow reflected by the sun was quite dazzling.
The old man packed up, took his grandson, and set off for the Holy Mountain. Although the little boy was weak, he felt better after sleeping for a night. The Tibetans who were also weak were in much better spirits today and looked bright.
He was glowing, with a glimmer of hope shining in his eyes.
They feel that the sacred mountain can bring them hope and keep them away from diseases and distress.
Mo Hai shook his head slightly. The disease may be eliminated if it encounters Mo Hai this time, but the distress is in the heart. All kinds of distress in people are caused by various desires. Even people in Buddhism are like this. In this universe,
Mo Hai has never seen anyone without desires. Even those eminent monks revered by thousands of people, and even Buddhas, gods and the like, all have desires, but their desires are the desire for the avenue of the universe.
These people began to set off one after another to worship the sacred mountain. The sacred mountain was still more than thirty miles away from the town and had to climb two ridges.
According to the old man's words, the Holy Mountain is actually not conspicuous. If it weren't for the golden summit phenomenon in December, the Holy Mountain would be an ordinary mountain.
There is a rugged mountain road leading to the sacred mountain, which was built jointly by the relevant local departments and the sacred mountain temple. After all, the local department hopes to build the sacred mountain into a special tourism industry, and it will not work without road construction.
If you measure the more than 30 miles of mountain road with your feet, it will take at least half a day, especially if the old man is carrying a child, and the speed will be even slower.
Mo Hai did not pursue speed, and walked slowly along the mountain road with the old man. Because he became more and more familiar with Mo Hai, the old man chatted with Mo Hai more freely. There are many legends in Tibet that the old man lived for most of his life.
Hearing countless stories and legends, Mo Hai was like a leisurely man sitting in a restaurant and teahouse, drinking tea, and listening to the stories told by the calligrapher.
On the mountain road, there are not only people walking to worship, but also some people driving there. The roar of the vehicles echoes in the vast sky and earth of the plateau, making the plateau lively.
"Hey, you kid, you're quite resistant to freezing. You didn't freeze to death last night. You're really lucky." Suddenly, several cars stopped in front. Qian Bin and others stuck their heads out and looked at Mo Hai,
Said with some surprise.
Mo Hai ignored Qian Bin and others and walked to the BMW x7. Xiong Yali was also looking at Mo Hai.
"Where are the clothes I gave you?" Xiong Yali asked.
"Put it away and return it to you later." Mo Hai said with a smile.
Xiong Yali's expression was gloomy and she didn't speak any more. She looked at the old man and the child next to Mo Hai and felt so sympathetic that she couldn't help but say, "Let me take you for a ride."
The old man shook his head quickly: "Girl, thank you, but we can't take a car. When we worship the sacred mountain, we must walk there step by step. Otherwise, it will appear to be insincere. Girl, if you also come to worship the sacred mountain and make a wish, I think
You'd better walk there with us, it's not appropriate to drive there."
Hearing this, Xiong Yali hesitated for a moment, but in the end, she did not get out of the car, but said to the old man: "I just came to see the scenery of this sacred mountain, not to make a wish."
After saying that, Xiong Yali stepped on the accelerator and drove away.
Mo Hai smiled faintly and continued to chat and laugh with the old man. The old man had good energy and strength. He was a herdsman on the plateau. He walked for more than ten miles without stopping.
Soon, they came to the first ridge. Mo Hai stood on the ridge and looked around. The sacred mountain was not far away. It was indeed an ordinary mountain peak. Compared with the surrounding peaks, it was not majestic.
"That is the sacred mountain. In the evening, when the sun sets, the golden top will appear. At that time, it will be different from other mountains." The old man said.
"It's indeed different." Mo Hai looked away from the sacred mountain, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he said with some meaning.