Luo Fei walked down the hillside facing Zhuo Ma. When Zhuo Ma looked at us, you could feel the arrogant look in its eyes, as if it was particularly despised of us, but when it saw Luo Fei, it lowered its head, looking very relaxed and comfortable.

When Zhuoma came to Luo Fei, he put his nose on Luo Fei's nose and sniffed it. After that, a scene that surprised me appeared.

Normally, if Master Liu is not by Zhuoma, every time we approach it alone, it will open its mouth and hiss at us, as if warning us not to get close to it. But it not only took the initiative to approach Luo Fei, but after smelling Luo Fei, it also rubbed Luo Fei's arm intimately with its face.

I suddenly realized that the reason why Dorje got close to Luo Fei was definitely not because of some coincidence. Luo Fei seemed to have an extremely strange power that could easily tame these most ferocious animals.

Luo Fei gently patted Zhuoma's cheek with his hand. Zhuoma seemed to enjoy such a gentle patting, making a cheerful and gentle hissing sound.

After that, Luo Fei turned on the horse, and Zhuoma did not resist at all.

Tashi Tseren, who was standing aside, looked at Luo Fei, and then Zhuoma, and was stunned.

We didn't delay too long and simply said goodbye to Tashi Ciren. Liu Shangang and I rode a horse together, held another horse in our hand, and returned to the residential area with Luo Fei.

We wrapped the things we had prepared before in soft bags and felt, and carried the bags on the horse's back, and Mr. Liu and his friends also came to help.

Uncle Liu seemed to have expected Luo Fei to subdue Zhuoma. Seeing Luo Fei sitting safely on Zhuoma's back, his expression did not fluctuate much.

I asked Mr. Liu if he had contacted my master. Mr. Liu said he had contacted me, but my master is now in Myanmar and cannot come back. The master asked me to do what happened here. If the complexity of things is beyond imagination, I must think twice and not make a rash move.

I asked Mr. Liu again, did my master send other people here? Mr. Liu said in a concise manner: "No."

I think Master probably encountered extremely troublesome things in Myanmar, otherwise he would never ignore us at all. But no matter what, we can only deal with this matter with our own strength.

The patriarch was worried that we would sleep in the open on the road, so he specially prepared things for us to set up tents, but the packages were too big and heavy. Hanging them on the horse's backs not only easily worn out the horse's fur, but also slowed down our travel speed.

Later we gave up the tent, brought only five sleeping bags and set off.

After Doji took us out of the ranch, he headed towards the west. At first I knew it was the west, but after walking for a while, I had no sense of direction at all.

Heaven, earth, grassland, occasional hills and streams, this is the environment we are in. In the afternoon, a sudden fog surrounded us. In this vast grassland, we couldn't see too much direction.

But Dorje seems to be able to distinguish directions without the sun. Along the way, I feel that every step it takes is extremely certain and firm.

At night, the fog still didn't mean to dissipate. I felt something was wrong, so I asked Doji if he would wait until the fog dissipated before leaving.

Doji turned around and shouted at me twice while running.

Xian'er translated: "Doji said that if there is fog, it means we are right. In the next journey, heavy fog will always exist."

That night, we settled down behind a hill that could block the wind, lit a bonfire, and several people hid in their sleeping bags and ate something, and roasted the fire to keep warm.

After we settled down, Doji went out to find food. When he left us, he was hungry. At this time, Doji had no ordinary gentle appearance at all, and his eyes were full of murderous aura. At that moment, it had become a real beast. But even if he was hungry, Doji still did not hurt us.

In the morning, it was dawn. When I opened my eyes, I saw Doji sleeping beside Luo Fei's sleeping bag, and the corners of his mouth were covered with blood.

Although no one knows what Dorje ate last night, the process of his eating must be full of blood.

As Dorje said, the next day the fog was still gathering and had no intention of dissipating. And I gradually discovered that these fogs did not seem to be ordinary water mist. Although they enveloped the four fields like normal fog and blocked our sight, they did not feel any dampness in this fog.

It seems not fog, but a thin smoke without an unusual smell.

After we walked in the fog for five days, some pebbles began to appear on the ground. Except for a river we saw two days ago, there were no other waters along the way, and we didn't know where these pebbles came from.

The more I walked forward, the more dense the arrangement of pebbles became. Once again, I saw a paper-paste windmill inserted on a pile of pebbles piled up into a pyramid-shaped pebbles. When the wind blew by, the windmill that looked a little broken would keep turning, making a series of rough "clicks".

Doji said that seeing a windmill means we are about to reach the residence of Sensitivity.

On the sixth night, when we were resting under a small hill that could block the wind, a vaguely audible ringtone came from the fog.

It was a very crisp ringing of bells, which made people calm down.

I tried to find the source of the ringtone, but failed. No matter where I went, the ringtone seemed to be coming from directly above my head.

I slept very late that night. When Doji came back foraging food, I asked him what the ringtone was.

Doji's answer is the same as when he saw a windmill. The ringtone appears, which means we are about to reach the residence of Sensitivity.

After a few days of running around, I found that I became more and more curious about sensitivity.

Early in the morning of the seventh day, we still set off the road early. The road was almost covered with cobblestones. You can often see piles of cobblestones with a colorful windmill rotating in the wind.

By the afternoon, the ringtone appeared again. This time I finally distinguished the direction of the ringtone, which was very far away from us.

Doji led us toward the direction where the ringtone came, and as the ringtone became clearer, a hill decorated with pebbles slowly appeared in the clouds and mists.

The grass on the mountain is full of rare new green, full of vitality. When I was far away from the mountain, I used Liu Shangang's telescope to look at the hills and saw a strange-shaped house on the mountain. Each house was built with pebbles. If I had not seen the materials for building the houses with the help of the telescope, but looking at the shape, it would be easy to mistake these houses for a gray-white yurt.

The curved mountain road spreads from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, and there is an ancient tree cracked from the middle beside the foot of the mountain. The tree is almost hollow, but still tenaciously alive. In addition to the green leaves, there are also a bunch of wind chimes hanging on the branches. When the wind blows, the wind chimes sway together, and the crisp ringtones follow.

I asked Doji: "This is where Mindou lives?"

Doji made a cheerful "purr" sound from his mouth, and I knew its answer was yes.

However, I have to say that the residence of Mind is indeed an extremely quiet place.

But except for the sound of wind chimes at the foot of the mountain, there was no other sound in the mountain, and no one walked around. I began to worry. Maybe there was only one mountain here, but there was no sensitivity. After all, three thousand years have passed. If the sensitivity of that year had no successor, we would have to come in vain.

When we arrived at the foot of the mountain, a barefoot middle-aged man emerged from a house near the foot of the mountain. He wore a very wide straw hat and no one could see his face clearly.

I originally wanted to ask him if he had sensitivity, but before I could speak, he spoke first: "Are you here to find sensitivity?"

I nodded.

Then he turned around and pointed to a white house on the top of the mountain and said, "The sensitivity is there, you go up and stay the horse."

All our supplies are on the horse's back, leaving the horse behind. If he takes our things, we can't go back. To be honest, I don't really believe in the person in front of me. Anyone who is unwilling to show his true face is suspicious.

I thought for a while and planned to follow Dorge alone to see Mindu, while others stayed here to watch the horse. But the man wearing a straw hat seemed to have seen through my thoughts, and then he heard him say, "Everyone goes up, I'll help you see the horse."

As soon as he finished speaking, Doji ran to the top of the mountain along the mountain road. We hesitated for a while, and finally got off our horses and walked up the mountain road.

The mountain road is much narrower than we imagined, and the grass beside the road is much taller than we imagined. When I walk on the mountain road, my hands hanging on both sides of my body can touch the tip of the grass at the same time.

Doji seemed to have deliberately slowed down, and it only accelerated slightly after we kept up with it.

As soon as I arrived at the top of the mountain, someone spoke on the other side of the door: "Who is the person outside?"

The voice is very young, and if I guess it is correct, the person who speaks may be much younger than mine.

I hugged my fists towards the closed door: "Jihunzhuang, Zuo Youdao."

There was a sound of flipping books from the door first. After a while, the voice said: "I have heard of Jihunzhuang, but Zuo Youdao, but I haven't heard of it."

I said, "We came to find the Sense, and Dorje brought us."

After these words, there was no sound on the other side of the door for a long time.

Doji seemed to be a little anxious when he waited, so he raised his huge claws and scratched the door twice, and screamed twice.

After a while, the door was opened, and a boy who seemed to be only eight or nine years old appeared out of the crack of the door. He looked at Doji and looked at me again, and his face suddenly became nervous: "What happened to Dizang's tomb?"

I nodded, and Liang Houzai came up to ask the boy: "You are sensitivity?"

The boy did not respond to him, but pushed the door open directly. After that, he walked deep into the room and said without looking back: "Come in, I'll find something for you. If you think it's dark, you can turn on the light."
Chapter completed!