Regarding Tibet, many people are like me and come here with the intention of pilgrimage. Perhaps, we people are not as pious as pilgrims. Our knees will not bend for the shining golden Buddha in Jokhang Temple, nor will we
We bow down because of the beautiful thangka, but no one will deny that we are willing to dedicate our souls to this truly holy land.
"Lin Kun, do you really plan to let that stinky bitch follow us all the time?" Cheng Yiyun said angrily, "Otherwise, we can just get rid of them."
"Don't worry, they are still useful to us. Don't forget that the British are not idle now. With such a helper, we can feel much more relaxed."
I wore sunglasses and looked at the cars behind me from the left rearview mirror, "Maybe Huo Xinlan is thinking the same thing as me at this moment."
"This information about Ning Tutu is so trivial. It even contains legendary stories. Haha, I really don't know what he thinks. Listen to it. It is said that there is some kind of 'Thirty-three Unsolved Mysteries' in Tibet. Among them
The most well-known are the top ten mysteries: the ruins of Zhangzhong, the mystery of Guge, the mystery of Shambhala, the mystery of red snow, the flag cloud of Mount Everest, the rapper, the mystery of the treasure, the mystery of the savage, the call of the wizard, and the rainbow.
mystery of."
"I've heard a little about Shangri-La and Hongxue, but I don't know about the other ones either." Cheng Yiyun shook her head and ignored the car.
"Miss Cheng, I think there are times when your Faqiu Sect is ignorant. However, the business scope of Faqiu Sect does not include Tibet. There are many legends in Tibet, and even Tibetans may not know them, let alone outsiders like you and me.
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I looked at the e-mail and thought it was just a boring piece of writing on the road. Shangzung, Guge, and Shambhala were all civilized countries that once appeared on the Tibetan Plateau. The passage of thousands of years of history has worn away their former glory, leaving behind
Today's people are left with countless mysteries and relics.
"Shambhala is the legendary Shangri-La. There are currently three theories in the archaeological community about its location. One is in Zhongdian County, Deqin Prefecture, Yunnan Province, and the other is in Daocheng County, Garze Prefecture, Sichuan. However, according to the earliest
Ancient Tibetan books record that Shangri-La is located to the west of the center of the snow-capped mountains, where the mountains covered with snow guard the sacred Shambhala Kingdom, and the lakes and ice springs are like stars dotting Shambhala, the Kingdom of the Western Heaven."
The ancient civilization is also a place of fascination for the archaeological community in the world today. Its mysterious disappearance, countless mummy caves and legendary treasures in the ruins have touched the hearts of thousands of explorers and archaeologists.
"Hey, Yiyun, do you think this Shangri-La really exists?"
"I don't know. Anyway, you can tell me it is."
"Okay, let's have it. I hope we can find it in our lifetime!"
"Yeah!" Cheng Yiyun nodded vigorously.
The mystery of the red snow is a special natural mystery that needs to be solved. On the peaks of the Himalayas with an altitude of more than 5,000 meters, the red ice crystals remain frozen for thousands of years, and the blood ice reflects the sky red. The biological community explains this phenomenon as the plateau cold resistance
There is heme in the algae, which penetrates into the ice and snow, so it gives the illusion of blood-red light effect. In fact, this explanation is completely unfeasible. There is no mud layer on the mountain peaks with an altitude of 5,000 meters, the rocks are exposed, and the temperature can be as low as
No plant can survive at minus 50 degrees Celsius.
Seeing this, I remembered a scene I had seen in Qamdo. At dusk, hundreds of Tibetans gathered around a lamasery and knelt on the ground. A five-color rainbow appeared over the lamasery and flew westward. I found out later.
An eminent monk in the temple passed away.
According to the agreement between Fatty Guo and I, we will round up near Medog. It is expected that we will be able to march to Luoguoliangzi Mountain tonight, and Fatty Guo will meet us there sooner or later.
In the evening, the convoy arrived at the foot of Luoguoliangzi Mountain. Since the truck chassis was high, it was not afraid of being stopped in areas with gentle terrain, so it parked the truck on the grass beside the road. We took out the plastic tent from the truck box and placed it on the grass.
take
Camp, light a fire and make food.
About half an hour later, because the sky had darkened, and there was an endless wilderness in the distance, the surroundings were so quiet that you could hear your own heartbeat. At this time, you saw two strong car lights cutting through the night. No need to think about it,
Fatty Guo must have arrived.
"The fat man is here."
"Why is he here?"
"You don't welcome him?"
"Well, what can you do if you're fat and stupid?"
"Don't underestimate him, his driving skills are nothing to brag about."
Luoguoliangzi Mountain is about 4,000 meters above sea level. Looking into the distance, you can see the rolling Zhuodala Snow Mountain opposite, covered in silver. The snow-white clouds gather on the top of the mountain, blending with the snow peaks, like a silver-white giant dragon.
Soaring through the clouds and sky.
After everyone had dinner, they chatted around the campfire.
Fatty Guo had just arrived, and in order to open up a situation in the team as quickly as possible, he carried a teapot and chatted among the people brought by Huo Xinlan. Fatty Guo was a guy, and he could boast and talk eloquently.
"Brothers, I'm telling you a story that I witnessed with my own eyes. It happened on the Sichuan-Tibet Highway." Fatty Guo told it so seriously that he attracted everyone's attention.
Fatty Guo took a sip of water and said vividly: "Five or six years ago, my three brothers and I set out in seven or eight cars from Chengdu to Lhasa. Everyone knows that the Sichuan-Tibet road is not easy to walk. Luoguo Liangzishan and
These two sections of the winding mountain road in Queer Mountain are the most difficult to navigate. Some sections have long been soaked by snow and water. If you are not careful, the road surface will sink and the car may overturn into the valley."
"Yes, yes, this brother is right. It's too dangerous for us to come here. This Luoguo Liangzishan is not my fault. If it's not a special driver, I can't control whether he comes back or not!" One of them said
the driver said.
"Ah, brother, I see you are an experienced driver." Fatty Guo immediately approached him, "When I arrived in Lhasa, when I called my roll, I found that there was one person missing, but not a single car!"
"There are fewer people?" Everyone widened their eyes and asked in surprise, "What's going on?"
"Isn't it? This made me anxious. I quickly went to his car to look for someone, and saw that he was still in the driver's seat, with a bloodless face, staring ahead, and holding the steering wheel tightly with both hands.
It seemed like he was still concentrating on driving."
"This..." Everyone looked at Fatty Guo in surprise, "What's wrong with him?"
"He is dead."
"died?"
"Why did you die?"
"Yeah, how can a dead man drive?"
"I'm not trying to scare you. This is the truth. When the doctor came, he said he had been dead for three days!" Fatty Guo successfully captured everyone's curiosity, "I've never seen anyone like this in my life.
If someone dies after something like this happens, how can he still drive?"
"Yeah, what on earth is going on?" Everyone was talking about it.
"Later I heard veterans from the Tibetan Military Region say that they had seen that kind of thing before." Fatty Guo changed the topic and told another story.
Cheng Yiyun and I watched Fatty Guo's "performance" from a distance, and secretly laughed in our hearts, "You Fatty Guo, you are just telling lies. I told him this story three years ago, and he actually got a slap in the face."
It’s shameless to pretend to be fat and say it’s something that happened to me.”
Cheng Yiyun on the side had never had a good impression of Fatty Guo. When she saw Fatty Guo bragging, she felt very disdainful and asked, "It's just him? I don't believe it!"
"It is said that an officer and soldier in the automobile company encountered a mudslide during transportation. I thought they were definitely doomed. Unexpectedly, a soldier drove a truck full of supplies back to the camp, but when his comrades opened the cab,
, he has already expired."
"His eyes just couldn't close, and his hands were already stiff and straight.
He stretched out his hand and kept grasping the steering wheel, and finally the commander of the military region said to him, you can rest in peace, you are a hero, and I salute you."
"All the officers and soldiers saluted him. It was strange. At this time, his eyes slowly closed and his hands drooped. His face became very peaceful, as if he was asleep."
"Is this true?" The guys started talking about it, "You're not bragging, are you?"
"Hey, Kun'er, come and be fair to me. Didn't you say this is called Na Sha Ming, Sha Ming? Come and educate the guys!" Seeing that the guys didn't believe it, Fatty Guo quickly pulled me over.
Ask for help.
"Ignorance!" I shouted from outside the crowd.
"Yes, that's it, ignorance, ignorance." Fatty Guo nodded repeatedly and said yes.
"What is ignorance?" Everyone asked curiously.
"In fact, I have only heard of this ignorance before, but not long ago, I met an old monk. In his temple, I encountered a real thing. Some people died, but he was still alive.
, some people are alive but already dead.”
"What does this mean?"
"It's a long story, so why don't I tell you another story." Seeing that they were very interested, I also told them a story.
"During the self-defense counterattack against Vietnam, a certain regiment of the People's Liberation Army stood firm on Hill 107. The headquarters learned that the Vietnamese army was preparing for a tactical encirclement, and selected three outstanding soldiers who rushed to Hill 107 overnight to notify the regiment to retreat. When the soldiers holding the position saw
While scouting, only one of the three was left. The soldier was covered in blood, and he didn't even have time to take a sip of water. He only said eight words intermittently: The division commander ordered you to retreat, and he died after saying this."
"Dead too?" Everyone's eyes widened, "How could this happen?"
"Can a dead man travel dozens of kilometers to deliver information?"
"He is indeed dead."
"Why?"
"Because there is a piece of shell shrapnel in his neck deeply embedded in the carotid artery." I explained, "And this piece of shrapnel was caused by the shelling launched by the Vietnamese army five hours ago."
"It's so incredible!"
"It stands to reason that if the carotid artery is severed, a person will die immediately, but the soldier persisted for several hours."
"Too strange."
"Yeah yeah."
"Ignorance is not enlightenment. Sometimes, what the human eye sees may not be the truth." I said with emotion.
While I was telling the story, Huo Xinlan was watching me calmly. She was leaning on the front of the car, and the bonfire shone on her face, making her face clear-cut.
A group of us were sitting around the bonfire, not noticing that the potential danger had quietly arrived. The first person to smell the danger was Cheng Yiyun. She was born with the acumen to detect danger, but before she had time to make a judgment, a round of bullets
The call came unexpectedly.
"Get down quickly!"
"Your sister!"
"The Ancient Tibetan Cult?"
"impossible!"
"what is that?"
Huo Xinlan and I took refuge in each other, shouting from afar.
"Probably poached."
"What? Poaching?"
"There is no difference between poachers and robbers here. Killing and stealing goods often happen!"
I guess the other party didn't realize that our group was also well-trained and fought back quickly. The two sides exchanged fire for five or six minutes, each suffering casualties, and then they retreated.
In the end, we only found the body of a foreigner, dressed in field camouflage, slovenly, half a leg of lamb in the backpack, and wearing a shiny golden badge, which indeed fits the profile of an international poacher on the move.
Chapter completed!