— about this "unprecedented situation".
Four days ago, on the Sino-Nepal border, a railway station on the border.
A young man with a lean body and a handsome face squeezed from the crowd to the front desk and said, "Two tickets to La Rilang, hard seats."
The conductor stretched out his hand lazily: "ID card—"
The teenager took out his ID card from the cloth bag, and the man glanced at it and asked, "Where is the other one?"
The boy remained silent, took out a few banknotes, and shoved them into his hands.
There was a hustle and bustle around. Tibetans with dirty body and dark faces shouted loudly. Bags covered with dirt and dust were crowded around, and there were poultry chirping outside.
The conductor tacitly accepted the money and handed him two hard seat tickets after a while.
The teenager squeezed out of the crowd, crossed the large and small luggage all over the floor, came to the small and tattered waiting area, walked straight to the back row of seats, threw the package occupying the seat on the ground, and sat down.
A man in a big hooded jumper beside him turned his head, revealing a half-glamorous and fair face, with a mocking smile on his lips: "It's really hard for you, dear brother."
The young man said coldly, "Put back the sunglasses, Maha."
Maha's gray hoodie covered most of his face, and a small half of his face and neck were exposed under the sunglasses. The ice sculptures were as white as snow. Her long hair was tied into a ponytail and fell from under the hood to her side. It was very soft and black, and she looked like a beautiful woman.
His slender and graceful fingers tapped on the armrest, and he looked around casually, his eyes wandering around the passers-by, focusing on their body size and fat thickness.
Garuda was wearing a copycat sports T-shirt, black jacket and trousers, and black fingerless leather gloves. His short hair was stunned, revealing the stiff and silent profile of a teenager, as well as his refined physique that had been exercised on the snow line for a long time. .
He lifted the package to his lap and checked his luggage again.
Two days ago, he took out the things that his parents had deposited for him in the only "bank" in this mountain. That was the last time when his parents came to see him in the Himalayas. They agreed on a mechanism. If one day Garuda decides to leave Tibet, he will go to the designated place to take out the safe that his parents have kept for him. Help him integrate into human society faster and more conveniently.
Of course, human society is constantly changing, so parents will re-deposit every certain year. The location is not limited to that small local bank, but covers more than a dozen different banks and credit unions on the surrounding railway network.
Garuda rummaged through his bag.
The things Zhou Hui left him must have only been replaced two years ago, including an off-road vehicle key. However, he would not open it. A dozen safety charms are said to be sold for sky-high prices now, but in Tibetan areas Not even one can be sold; a mobile phone, with no battery or card, almost overflows the screen with malicious intent.
The safe that Fenghuang left to his second son has not been touched for several years. Inside is a neat pile of 80,000 yuan in cash, a set of identification cards, and the most complete Tibet railway map that could be found in that year.
The long-held question appeared in Garuda's mind again, how did the mother fall in love with the father back then, was it really just because of her good looks
"It's so fat," Mohe sighed as he looked at a little fat man who was being held by his parents not far away.
Garuda immediately gave him a warning look: "Don't mess around."
Maha's long, folded legs swayed restlessly. Sitting in the middle of a group of food probably made him endure very hard, and said coldly: "You didn't talk so much when I was eating people on the snowy mountain that day."
"That's different, it's a snow leopard poacher."
"What's the difference?"
"They poach snow leopards, snow leopards are rare animals, even if you don't eat me..."
"Why can't rare animals be hunted?"
"Because if rare animals become extinct—" Garuda choked, holding his forehead and said, "Why should I argue with you about this kind of issue..."
Maha is not born with a concept of right or wrong. His thinking is completely different from that of human beings. Garuda, who has been highly personified, feels that it is really impossible to communicate with his brother.
Peacock wanted to grab Dapeng's godhead. The two brothers fought on the top of the snow-capped mountain for seven days and seven nights. In the end, Garuda didn't want to go on like this, so he negotiated with Maha, let him go down the mountain to find his father, transfer Zhou Hui away, and Maha take the opportunity to find his mother, first to see if Phoenix can save the godhood of King Peacock Ming.
Maha lost his godhead, and he was not lucky in the process of fighting with his younger brother. All he could rely on was experience. It was really unpredictable to win or lose in this fight, he could only agree to Garuda's proposal, and the two brothers embarked on the same journey together for the first time in hundreds of years.
This is a milestone in their family relationship. However, Garuda has to purchase items, calculate money, plan his journey, distribute supplies, and always keep an eye on his brother. Don't run out to eat people. The hard work is really not enough for outsiders.
There was still half an hour before the train began to check tickets, and Maha bored looking around, seeing Tibetans in different clothes and with red faces, shouting various languages they couldn’t understand, and pushing each other, and suddenly asked, “This place is so broken. , why are you cultivating here?"
Garuda said, "I'm used to it."
"Habit?"
Garuda was silent for a while, playing with the cell phone that had no electricity and no card, and then said, "When you swallowed the Buddha, I knew it but didn't stop it. Afterwards, you were punished by God, and I was brought to you by Venerable Badi. I was imprisoned in the snowfields of Tibet for a hundred years, saying that I wanted to hone punishment and understand the Buddhadharma... Now I think it should be to protect me back then, after all, no one knows if the scourge will also chop me up incidentally."
"One hundred years have passed," said Maha.
"I have been staying in the Himalayas, and I have been active in the glaciers on the snow line. I am used to not wanting to go down the mountain." Garuda paused and said: "Besides, I am a tour guide for others, and my life is not bad. Although I am not a normal person. God, after all, he has received the incense of the human world, there must be a way to repay the merits, and occasionally saving a climber on a snowy mountain is considered a good deed."
Maha suddenly remembered that he had received much more incense than Garuda - as the real King Peacock Daming, he may have to pay back several times more merit than Phoenix, but he has never done anything, so what is he going to pay now? In what month and year
"Mother repays her merits very quickly, doing things for the Human World is the fastest way, and my father will repay it together with him. In about three or five years, the incense debt accumulated over the past few thousand years will be completely cleared, right? ." Garuda turned to look at his brother: "What are you going to do?"
Maha was stunned for a moment, then put the hood over his face: "—Forget it."
But forgetting is definitely not the solution to the problem.
All gods and people who have received the incense of believers must use relative methods to return their merits to the world. As an ancient divine bird, the phoenix did not specifically offer incense to him in the Phoenix Temple, but after all, he lived for a long time, and the incense in the human world accumulated over the thousands of years was not a small amount. He did things for state institutions and quickly repaid his merits on a large scale. Form; Garuda is relatively young and not a righteous deity. In fact, there is not much to pay back. Being a guide for others on Mount Everest, which is extremely Buddha-nature, can also be regarded as a way to repay the merits while practicing.
The Peacock Daming King is not only one of the genuine Ming Kings, but also has a large number of believers. The incense is hard to measure. In addition, he was only concerned with swallowing Buddhas and cannibals in front of him, and he didn't even think about the merits.
If he can't find his godhead, and he owes too much debt, he may not know what he will be reincarnated in after the six realms of reincarnation - if he becomes a domestic animal, pig and dog, then the fun will be great.
"You want me to..." Garuda wanted to ask if you wanted me to pay you back a little by the way, but suddenly stopped before he could say anything.
He turned his head and saw several people approaching outside the low and dilapidated gate of the station.
Those people are obviously a big brother with a few younger brothers. The big brother is at the front, a Han man in his thirties, tall, black trench coat and black leather shoes, his gestures are very unusual, and he stands out in the noisy Tibetan station. Conspicuous.
Each of the three brothers has a large backpack, which is bulging and stuffed. Although it looks heavy, the people in the backpack are tall and straight, as if they had been specially trained.
Garuda's gaze fell on the backpack, and he smelled the smell of gunpowder and gunpowder.
-arms
Which underworld boss would take the train in a backpack of smuggling arms
"—I'm too lazy to pay it back, let's find the godhead first," Maha said lazily.
Garuda ignored him and stared at those people vigilantly.
The boss in the black trench coat came to the waiting room and stopped. His eyes wandered around the crowded crowd, but he couldn't find a seat, but his eyes happened to collide with Garuda.
After a while, Garuda calmly turned his eyes away and continued to play with the old phone.
The boss stared at him for a while, and then looked at Maha who was beside him.
Maha is used to being watched since he was a child, and he is not sensitive to eyes at all. But the boss in the black trench coat really had a strong sense of existence. After a few seconds, Maha finally turned his head, revealing a small half of his face, and looked back with emotionless eyes under the sunglasses.
He looked the man up and down, stuck out his tongue and licked his lips.
- This action is quite tempting no matter from which angle, and the boss's eyes suddenly flashed with surprise.
However, what he didn't know was that after Maha licked his lips, he immediately turned to his younger brother, his eyes were full of longing, and he softly spit out two words: "I want to eat."
"..." Garuda held his forehead, and after a while, he said weakly, "Get in the car and buy you a lunch, okay?"
·
The train finally arrived late. Garuda lined up to check the ticket and boarded the train, carrying his luggage alone, followed by Maha, who was empty-handed. He found a compartment in the crowded aisle, pushed the door open, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
However, he didn't take it back any longer.
I saw the door of the compartment opened again, and the boss in the black trench coat walked in gracefully with the ticket, followed by a little brother with a big bag on his back.
"Yo," the boss seemed a little surprised when he saw them, but then he laughed: "—Han people? Are you traveling? How are you two!"
His accent is an authentic northeastern accent, which is very rare in Tibetan areas. But Mahama sat behind the table with a golden sword, with his hands in his pockets, wearing a hood and closing his eyes to rest; Garuda packed his luggage, sat down silently, and said nothing from the beginning to the end. Everyone completely ignores the existence of the black trench coat boss.
The boss was not embarrassed, he let the younger brother put away his backpack with a smile, took out tea eggs, instant noodles, ham sausage, chocolate, and handed a bottle of mineral water to Maha: "Miss?"
Garuda: "..."
Maha had no idea that it was calling him, and he didn't even open his eyes.
The boss persevered: "Miss? Do you want to drink some water, Miss?"
Garuda stretched out his hand from the side, took the water bottle, and gently threw it into the boss's arms: "Thank you, we don't need it."
The moment the young man made his move, his knuckle bones protruded, his arm muscles were strong, his eyes were dull and sharp, and he swept across the face like a cold wind.
The boss paused, picked up the mineral water and put it on the table, and said with a smile, "It doesn't matter, we are all friends when we go out. I advise you to have a glass of wine, and there is no old friend in Yangguan - ah, this vast and magnificent frontier! How! Doesn't it make you feel the urge to drink freely?" Then he unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip.
Garuda: "..."
The train sounded a flute, loaded with passengers, and slowly started from the railway tracks on the Tibetan plateau.
The platform stepped back, and the scenery outside the car window quickly turned into a vast land and rolling plains.
"Don't worry about your surname Wu, you can call me Big Brother Wu or Old Wu." The boss in the black trench coat soaked a cup of instant noodles, and asked while peeling the tea eggs, "Where are you two from? Are you traveling to Mount Everest?"
Garuda played with his old mobile phone without saying a word, seemingly turning a deaf ear to everything around him.
The boss stared at him for a while, and suddenly a light flashed in his mind, he took out the power bank from his luggage: "Do you need this, little brother?"
Garuda: "..."
"You put your phone on it, that's it, this wire is connected... It will take about three or four hours to fully charge, but you can turn it on and use it later... "
Boss Wu enthusiastically taught Garuda to charge his mobile phone step by step, and then carefully looked up and down his worn out clothes, and said with a smile: "There are many new things in the outside world, little brother will gradually see it. The two of you are going to go. Where? Lhasa?"
"Thank you." Garuda said simply, "Go to Gerilang."
"Oh - what are you going to do in Gerilang, transfer?"
"Um."
"Where to transfer to, Lhasa? Xining? Sichuan?"
“…Sichuan.”
"Sichuan is a good place!" The boss in the black trench coat was instantly refreshed, looking ahead, full of emotion: "I have been to Chengdu-Sichuan Basin when I was a child! The land of abundance! Dujiangyan, Wuhou Temple! The lively Jinli Long Street in the afternoon. , warm and honest people, hot girl! - What are you doing in Sichuan?"
"transfer."
"..." The boss in the black trench coat asked, "Where should I transfer to?"
Garuda said lazily, "Gansu."
"Oh - Gansu! The Hexi Corridor, the Silk Road!" The boss in the black trench coat immediately became excited again, and raised his big hand into the air: "- Ming Great Wall, Jiayuguan! Dunhuang Grottoes, flying Buddha statues! My lifelong dream is to give up all money And the world, walking in the desert wearing long gauze, reciting the Buddha silently in the cave of Tibetan scriptures, looking up at the majestic and vast history, and following the waves of the long river!"
"In meditation! In dialectics! In repeated inspections and washings! Achieving detachment and sublimation of self-consciousness!" The boss put the instant noodles on the table and moved: "Little brother, it's better for us to be together all the way. , go to Dunhuang to worship!"
"No." Garuda said, "I'll go to Gansu to change trains."
"… "
The boss in the black trench coat decided to ask shamelessly for the last time: "...Where are you going?"
Garuda sat back, cradling his arms, revealing his well-defined arms behind his fingerless gloves.
He stared at the depressed face of the black trench coat boss, and said with great interest, "Beijing."
He waited for the boss to enthusiastically introduce the moonlight of the Great Wall and the majesty of the majestic imperial city. By the way, he would also popularize the current issues such as prices, transportation and hotel accommodation in Beijing. Unexpectedly, the boss in the black trench coat just looked at him quietly with a very difficult expression on his face. describe.
After a long while, he asked: "—What did you do in a place where the PM2.5 value was 90 for 300 days in that year?"
·
The brown-skinned train roared across the plain, and in the aisle outside the compartment, the conductor walked up and down with the dining car, shouting loudly in Tibetan.
Garuda looked at the boss in the black trench coat, then swept over his younger brother, and then turned his eyes to the bulging bag they put down in the corner of the compartment.
"Where are you going?" he asked amusingly.
The younger brother seemed to move uneasy, but then the boss in the black trench coat sighed and sighed: "I'm going to Beijing too - hey, this world is not easy! Being a big brother has to support his subordinates, toss a little business, and still have to All the way from the northeast to Nepal to buy goods…”
Garuda said indifferently, "Is it still so literary and artistic as a big brother?"
"Where is it! The little brother won the prize." The boss in the black trench coat looked out the window with a sad look in his eyes: "Actually, being a big brother is not my original intention. My dream is poetry and the distance, and the journey of a traveler has no frontiers..."
He silently picked up a ham sausage on the table, tore off the wrapper, squeezed it into a bowl, and cut it into sections with a fork.
The next second, Maha suddenly took off his sunglasses and stared at the ham.
"… "
There was silence in the carriage, and the shocking face of the beauty appeared in front of me without warning, causing everyone to lose their voices at the same time.
The boss in the black trench coat opened his mouth and couldn't make a sound, and the younger brother's eyes became straight for a moment.
Maha turned to Garuda: "Didn't you say you were going to buy food?"
Garuda's face was expressionless, he got up and walked out, but before he took two steps, he heard an unusually excited voice from the boss in the black trench coat: "Come come come... Miss, it's an honor for you to see this ham sausage, Please be sure to appreciate the light…”
Maha stretched out his hand to pick up the ham sausage, put a few pieces into his mouth together, without chewing, he swallowed it like a jelly, squinted his eyes in dissatisfaction, and glanced up and down at the man in the black trench coat in front of him.
This is actually his favorite type of food - unlike some monsters who like to eat women and children, he prefers a strong texture and a small amount of fat.
And he could see that this man does have mana, if he can add a little fire to the three mature...
"Hello, Miss, may I take the liberty to ask your name?" The black windbreaker boss was a little flattered by Maha's fiery gaze, but he bowed his body very gracefully, and said skillfully and smoothly, "Hello, I'll let your surname be Wu. Thirty-three years old, doing a small business in the Northeast, with seventy or eighty younger brothers, and the family property is a few hundred million, not much..."
Maha did not listen to him.
A piece of steak sizzling on the plate is really meaningless to the diners.
Maha stretched out his hand, his slender five fingers were snow-white and graceful, like a reserved lover condescending, and stretched out to the chest of the black trench coat boss.
The next second, "Crack!" With a crisp sound, Garuda grabbed his hand in the air.
The boss's voice stopped abruptly, and I saw Maha and Garuda looking at each other, the former's eyes flashed with a bewitching light, while the latter's face was firm and unshakable, and he spit out two words: "No."
Maha narrowed his eyes dangerously.
Garuda turned a blind eye, maintained the posture of grabbing Maha's hand, turned to the boss in the black trench coat and said solemnly: "Have you not asked Mr. Wu's name?"
"Oh," the boss said inexplicably, "in Xia Wubei, little brother, you..."
"Mr. Wu Bei," Garuda interrupted him, "please change carriages immediately, or get off at the next station and change trains, don't ask why. If you don't leave, you may not be able to get off this train alive. It would be very troublesome for me to have this happening in many places."
Wu Bei: "..."
Wu Bei blinked his eyes with a puzzled expression, and after a while tentatively opened his mouth: "I said you—"
boom!
The carriage shook suddenly, and then the surrounding people were chaotic!
The four people in the cubicle looked out the door at the same time, only to see someone screaming and running in the aisle, and then being swept down by a "Bang!" shot, blood splashing on the dusty old glass. The next moment, there were heavy footsteps from the other side of the carriage. Someone was roaring something in Tibetan, screaming one after another, and was suppressed by several huge gunshots.
"Over there! There's more over there!"
The footsteps went from far to near, and then a lama wearing a red cassock kicked open the door of the compartment, pointed at Garuda, Maha and others inside with a soil gun, shouted loudly in Tibetan, and gestured for them to go out. .
Wu Bei's eyes fell on the cloth tied around the lama's neck, and he took a deep breath: "Snow Mountain Lion Flag..."
He suddenly stood up and turned to the pair of young "men and women" next to him with a sullen face. Just as he was about to quickly order them to retreat, he was stunned to find that the "girl" had stood up and stared straight at the lama, with a beautiful face. There is indescribable excitement and wickedness.
The young man stood in front of him and said angrily:
"No, Maha! I'll go buy you a lunch now!"