The closer we are to the sky, the closer we are to heaven, and the further away we are from the same kind, the closer we are to danger.
There is no time limit for our mission this time, but it is best to complete it as soon as possible.
The farther I went, the more obvious my altitude sickness became. However, I treated myself with acupuncture and moxibustion, which was very effective. We started chatting on the way.
From the chat, I learned that Dewang was originally a monk and used to be the iron rod lama of You Fang. He joined the army because of a special mission. Namu Datso is the opposite of him.
Nam Dacuo was the son of a wooden man. He joined the army at the age of eighteen, but he was sent to the Jokhang Temple to study Mahayana Buddhism at the age of twenty for this mission.
This mission has a deep relationship with religion. Both Ripura and Zhuojima are Tibetans. However, the former is the chief's guard and his military skills and loyalty are absolutely reliable, while the latter is a special soldier.
Alimishe is a mad woman. We left her but couldn’t find the destination of the mission. The black unicorn is a special mission. According to past practice, if the mission fails, there will be a madman and the Tibetan mastiff returning alive.
We are all pessimistic about this mission. But I have some exceptions, because I came back from the underworld, it would be best if Zheng Xiumin could come and perform this task together. However, after sleeping in the camp, I dialed her cell phone number through the ghost phone, but was prompted to shut down.
With Namu Dacuo's lead, we rushed to the Lingtai before dark.
After I came here, I understood why this is a holy land but no one wants to come
A flat rock solitary looking up at the sky, with this messy white bone remaining on it, this is a celestial burial platform.
No need for them to explain, I also know what a sky burial is
Zhuo Maji found some dead branches and hay under the snow, and burned them on the spiritual platform.
The rest of the people began to unload, and Na Mu Dacuo took the sleeping Alimishe from his horse, and Lipu spread the felt.
We camped around the Lingtai, and Dewang took out the dried meat and wine for everyone to eat.
I thought of a poem, and silently read to the night sky: On the spiritual stage, a small fire was lit, and I secretly bowed my head in worship.
This poem is not short, what I read is just the beginning. I have a foreboding that our future destiny is closely related to this poem.
Vultures and jackdaws hovered in the night sky, wailing from time to time.
After we ate and drank enough, Dewang ordered us to take turns to watch the night, with the exception of Alemische, who was a mad woman.
I couldn't sleep, so I volunteered to watch the night, one hour per person.
This is the East Fifth District. I adjusted the time correctly. It is ten o'clock in the night. At eleven o'clock, I will wake up Lipu.
In boredom, I looked at the black unicorn. When it was not angry, it was very docile. I kept stroking its shiny fur. Its teeth and claws were very sharp, but there were still two scars on the neck, one left and the other. Right, hidden by its wrinkles.
In the introduction of the old chief, there was a Tibetan mastiff returning alive, but this one is not the first one to return alive. This is just a son.
The Tibetan Mastiff can be traced to the same kind by distinguishing the smell or urine of the same kind.
Dewang said that when he compared with the black unicorn, he sighed.
Sometimes people are inferior to a dog.
I held the black unicorn’s neck and looked at the spiritual platform. The messy white bones had been thrown away by Zhuomaji, and now there was a pile of coals left.
Although the platform is very flat, it is a bed exclusively for the deceased.
I continued to recite the poems of Cangyang Gyatso, and then I recite "Send the Divine Comedy·Prayer" by Bing Xin. At this moment, I seemed to be back in college and became a "poet".
The stars were scattered in the night sky, and a black cloud quickly obscured a round of hook moon.
I really want to know if there are any ghosts in this place? But I couldn't directly ask these Tibetan soldiers about this question, for fear that it would offend their religious beliefs.
A pair of green lights appeared on the cliff in the distance. I knew that these were the eyes of a wild wolf, and the red eyes were those of a fox.
My hands got warm from the fur of the black unicorn, and then I pulled out the desert eagle from the belt. The black unicorn glanced at me vigilantly, and then lay down again.
It has already created trust in me, and I will never shoot bullets at my friends, including animals.
Retiring the magazine, I took a close look at the bullets inside. They were definitely not narcotic bullets for exercises. Each bullet was a high-explosive bullet, just like the bullets in my revolver. As for the Springfield sniper rifle, it is very portable and highly accurate. The magazine capacity has been changed to 15 rounds.
An hour is easy to get through. It was eleven o'clock when I looked at my watch, and I woke up Ripura. He rubbed his eyes, summoned the black unicorn, and then went aside for convenience.
I lay down on his position, the felt was dyed warm by his body, and it was very comfortable to lie on. I closed my eyes and prepared to make a ghost call to Zheng Xiumin again.
Alemische said in her dream: "My Alemische, poor child, why are you so persistent?"
I was taken aback and asked: "Isn't this crazy woman the real Alimishe?" But I don't know the real Alimishe either, so Mudacuo said yes!
In my sleep, I didn't dial Zheng Xiumin's phone, so I tried to dial Fu Xiaowan's mobile phone number, but no one answered. What happened to this ghost signal
But I can still get out of my body and my soul travels everywhere.
Around the Lingtai are our bodies. I tried to float farther, and found that there are rolling mountains for hundreds of miles, and foxes and wild wolves are infested in the mountains. There may also be the legendary "snowman" here, but I haven't seen it.
When I returned to my body, I looked at this crazy woman. She was already awake, got up, and climbed up to the spiritual stage. The night Ripura hurriedly stopped her and questioned her.
Alemische said vaguely: "Get out of the way, I want to accept the grace of the gods!"
Lipp pulled her down, and Alemisher was a little angry, so he ran away, and Lipp went to pull her again, and the other side said: "I want to go easily, do you want to follow?"
"Of course I have to follow you, what if you are in danger?" Ripura replied stubbornly.
Alemische squatted down next to us, pulling down her pants to make it easier, Ripoo hurriedly dragged her aside, and said, "You really are a crazy woman!"
After the mad woman was convenient, she returned to the place where she had been lying down again and continued to fall asleep. She soon started to dream again. I tried to enter her dream state, but the first time was unsuccessful.
Her hair was messy, but there was still a broken hairpin inside. What surprised me more was that the other end of this broken hairpin was in her skull, and she was still alive!
My soul followed the broken hairpin into her brain, and in the layers of gully, I seemed to return to the palm prints of Master Padmasambhava, unable to distinguish the direction, not sure of my position, and unable to leave. The way.
In her mind, a fantasy picture suddenly appeared. In the picture was a boundless desert. Two armies were struggling to fight.
The fantasy is that one side is riding the two-winged BMW on the back, holding a golden sword and wearing a gold armor, and the other is wearing a black armor, holding a magic fork, and holding a mastiff. This is like a heavenly soldier and a devil. The fighting, but the mastiff is in the company of the devil. (End of this chapter)