At that time, there was no shuttle bus from Kangding to Wize. We spent a hundred dollars and found a tractor to send us. Before going, we bought some foods, such as biscuits instant noodles.

Sitting on the tractor, Brother Yu looked at the sky and said, "Yunfeng, what do you see that cloud like, I see like a Buddha's head."

"Isn't it a Buddha's head?" I looked up and looked at, "It's like a dustpan."

Xiao Xuan said like a lipstick.

Bean La Tsai said like a dog head gold.

This year, the local government began to attach importance to the tourism industry. Since we arrived before and after the Buddhist festival, some of the villagers here were already doing the homestay business. We arrived at Wize that night and lived in a homestay hotel.

The Han people are named Zhang Xintheng. His wife is a Tibetan. The name has forgotten.

I got up in the middle of the night, watching the head of my head still lit, I looked at it, put my head with glasses, and frowned to see the sheepskin map.

"No sleep?"

"Sleeping, I woke up my head, what did you see?"

"Yunfeng, come here to look closely at these towers, is it square or round?"

"Round," I said.

"This is a bit strange. According to my previous survey, as early as the last century, some scholars found a strange stone drainage building complex in the deep mountains of Muya, but all of them were square.

It is piled up with a piece of stone, which is a bit like a small pyramid, but I have never heard of it. Someone has found a circular stone tower. "

I pointed to the sheepskin map: "The head, this picture has been at least 800 years old. After so many years, these stone buildings drawn on the top may have collapsed long ago, and naturally no one has seen it."

Shake your head, pick up the picture and look at the lights, and frown and frowned: "I always feel ..... It seems to have missed some details."

"Bang! Bang!"

Suddenly someone knocked on the door twice and quickly received the sheepskin map.

"Who?"

"I, Lao Zhang, see you haven't rest so late, send pot tea here."

Said my head to open the door.

After the hostel owner came in, he put down the teapot and laughed: "This is our specialty of Kangding, the plateau snow tea, my wife is soaked, how about the two of them."

I do n’t understand. I feel that there is no difference between a piece of jasmine tea and a hundred yuan of Longjing, but I ’m a master of tea tasting.

After trying his head, his eyes brightened: "I have never drank this kind of tea.

"Oh, of course!" Lao Zhang laughed: "The snow tea on the snow mountain is a rare treasure here. Only in the local area can you drink authentic, you buy it in other places."

He immediately took a big bag from his arms and said, "This bag is a half pound, if you want, give me 888."

Before he didn't speak, he kept pulling out things from his arms and putting it on the table.

"This is our Kangding Snow Ginseng fruit. This is Snow Mountain Pepper.

He stood up and pulled out things from his pants and said, "This is the polar Matsutake.

"stop!"

Damn, I say you are magic? Where are you put on your body?

"Wait, it's over right away."

"This is a wild shell, this is Kangding Apple, which is a vacuum -installed nest oil cake. If you see what you want? If you want to take it all, give you a discount price, 2888."

Looking at a table, I said silently, "You are a genius."

"Over the prize, the guest said good, it is really good."

Laughing the head: "This snow tea is really good, Yunfeng, give people money, buy a bag."

"Head! This is too expensive! 888 bag! I can buy a ton of monkey king jasmine tea!"

Tucao is voicing, I still reluctantly gives the money.

Laughing the head: "Lao Zhang, I think you have a van, can you send us to Pomegranate Village tomorrow, we want to go there to watch the Buddha Festival."

"No problem! I will send you over after having breakfast tomorrow. I have lived here for 20 years. I do n’t understand anything! You can ask me!" He patted his chest to guarantee.

I know, it is false to buy tea excuses, and it is true to let him help him.

Departing on time the next day, Lao Zhang drove while introducing:

"The Dan Buddha Festival is the Thangka. There are two Da Thang cards in the Pomegranate Village.

When you come, you should pay attention to the rules, you can't step on, you can't spit. When you see older women, you must take off your hat and talk. "

I jumped my eyebrows, the Thang card in the Tang Dynasty?

Is it true? If it is really or in length more than two meters, it is the national treasure -level cultural relic!

Small Pomegranate Village, will there be such a thing?

Before I saw it, I couldn't believe it.

Bean La Zi was shocked: "I go! Tang Dynasty! If it is true! You must not sell hundreds of thousands!"

"Of course it is true!" Lao Zhang said: "The experts have been identified in the county two years ago, to be honest, and they also wanted to receive the museum, but they were strongly rejected by people in the villagers, and finally it was left."

I asked: "What if it is really the cultural relics of the Tang Dynasty? No one stole it?"

"Someone stole! My wife said that the Thangka was stolen seven times before and after! As a result, everyone who stole died of a fate, there were falls, drowned, the car was killed, etc."

"This is very evil, don't you believe it, do you know what patterns painted on the Thangka?"

I guess: "Zhuoma (Dusu)? Auspicious heavenly mother? Da Wide King Kong? Or is it a lotus peanut?"

"No, not."

Lao Zhang was serious and told me: "It is the Lion's Virgin worshiped Yan Mo."

I was shocked, the Lion's head of the Lion's head didn't know, but I knew Yan Mo Shen, the death of the Tibetan area, and the representation was death.

When I arrived at Pomegranate Village, I saw the fascinating smoke from a distance, and I gathered many people.

Many men and women are wearing long apron, pleated clothes, and blue cloth wrapped on their heads. Some people are squeezed out of the pile, holding a strange black stone in their hands.

"Lao Zhang, what are you doing?"

Lao Zhang said: "This is burning stones. At the beginning of the Buddhist festival every year, Tibetans will move a white stone. Here, he will use fire to burn black and take it home under the bed. It is said that he can block the disaster."

I crowded over to see the fun.

I saw an old woman squatting next to the fire. She was wearing a shabby brown pleated coat with a few bunch of beads hanging on her neck and kept lowering her head.

People will first hand the stone to her, and then she will be thrown into the fire in the fire.

The burning crackling, suddenly.

Maybe because this stone is too heavy, the pile of dry firewood has fallen out.

Dry firewood is still lingering with thick smoke.

Inadvertently, a inverted triangle was set on the ground.
Chapter completed!