I looked at Shirey Yang and the others.
Shirey Yang shrugged helplessly.
The fat man didn't care at all.
He felt that there were so many people and the big gold teeth secretly flashed his teeth at me.
That means you are carrying all this baggage.
I thought to myself that this damn Hong Kong farmer was planning to go on vacation with his whole family.
His wife, children, and bodyguards were all here.
I was thinking about how to come up with an excuse to make Uncle Ming give up this idea.
There are too many chickens to lay eggs, and there are too many people to cause trouble.
There are so many people there. , something must happen.
At this time, Uncle Ming had already brought out the other members of this team and introduced them to both of us one by one.
We all know his wife Han Shuna.
She is a very charming woman.
No wonder Uncle Ming is fascinated by her.
Da Jinya opened his mouth and called her Aunt Ming.
Han Shuna quickly said don't call her that, it looks too old.
Anyway, the names between you are just nonsense and there is no sense of seniority.
Let's just talk about it as before.
The next person Uncle Ming introduced was his goddaughter Axiang, a timid little girl, probably not yet twenty years old, who did not dare to speak to strangers.
Uncle Ming said that Axiang is his most effective helper, and she can detect anything dirty.
I curiously asked what was going on.
Did the little girl have "yin and yang eyes" or had her "third eye" opened?
Uncle Ming proudly told us that when Axiang was born, Axiang’s parents placed her in a glass enclosure with air purification equipment that was isolated from the outside world until she was two years old.
This prevents her from being polluted and affected by the air, making her nerves very sensitive and able to sense things that normal people cannot sense.
Axiang later became an orphan, and Uncle Ming adopted her.
She had saved Uncle Ming's life more than once, and he regarded her as the apple of his eye.
Especially when dealing with such sinister things as mummies and coffins, he always had to take Axiang with him.
Shiry Yang told me on the side that Uncle Ming was not talking nonsense, there is a sect in the United States that all behave like this.
This little girl named Axiang may be able to help us, but it’s best not to take her into Tibet.
People with good health can hardly bear altitude sickness.
Axiang’s body is so thin, I’m afraid she might have an accident.
I really couldn't interfere with who Uncle Ming was willing to take, so I whispered to Shiry Yang.
It seemed that Uncle Ming was risking his whole family's lives this time by spending all his money to dig up glacier crystal corpses.
He must be determined to win. .
I can't persuade them anymore.
Even if I have good words, it's hard to persuade the damned ones.
Let's take care of them as much as possible and do our best.
In the end, whether they live or die, whether they can bring back the glacier crystal corpse depends on their fate. .
Finally, Uncle Ming introduced us to his bodyguard Peter Huang, a Chinese-Cambodian.
When Vietnam invaded Cambodia, he fought guerrillas with the Viet Cong for several years.
Later, he drifted from the Golden Triangle to become a pirate near Malacca, and finally encountered a shipwreck.
At that time, he was rescued by Uncle Ming's boat at sea, and he became Uncle Ming's bodyguard.
He looked to be in his early forties, with very dark skin, a stern smile, and a fierce look in his eyes.
He was definitely not a good guy at first glance.
The most outstanding thing is his body shape, which is completely different from those Southeast Asians who look like monkeys.
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He is very strong and looks like half an iron tower.
The fat man was happy when he saw Peter Huang, and said to Uncle Ming: "It's not worthy of its name.
Why don't you call it Peter Hei?
Why don't you worry about us following you?
You don't need to find bodyguards at all.
You can't live without a hair."
Uncle Ming said: "You fat boy likes to joke.
His surname is Huang.
How can he be called Peter Hei?
Don't underestimate him.
This man is loyal to me and very reliable.
He has also participated in real wars and has no problem killing people." wink."
The fat man said to Uncle Ming: "Let him rest quickly.
What are the tactics of the guerrillas?
Our Comrade Hu Bayi commanded the entire company of the regular army back then, and I, have you heard about Fatty's tactics?"
Deeds?
A core member of the Northern Ireland Republican Army, when I was in I stopped the fat man from talking anymore and told Uncle Ming, since the members and the route have been decided, we will go back and prepare separately.
You have to go to the hospital for a physical examination.
If there is nothing wrong, five Take action after a few days.
Uncle Ming said OK, Brother Hu will be solely responsible for the route and equipment.
You can set off when you decide.
After all, in our team, only Brother Hu knows Tibet the best.
I took Fatty and others, said goodbye, and returned to my home.
I immediately packed up my things and prepared to enter Tibet early alone.
I went to Lama Latso Lake to find Tiebang Lama and asked him to help me find a guide who was familiar with Tibetan customs and geographical environment.
It would be better to be a god-given singer. , if one person can’t do the job, it’s okay to find two people.
I gave Shiry Yang the task of leading the team into Tibet.
Although she has never been to the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, she has been exploring areas with harsh natural environments such as the Sahara, Taklimakan, and Amazon jungles, and her mental quality and experience are both good.
We discussed it and Shiry Yang will lead the team to Shiquan River and meet me there.
Try to pack as lightly as possible, and leave equipment and supplies in Beijing for the time being under the care of Da Jinya.
Once clues to the pagoda tomb are found in the ancient ruins between Kailash and Senge Zangbo, we will Dajinya is responsible for consigning the materials to the designated location. shirey Yang is a little thinner than when he came back from Yunnan, and there are some red threads on his eyes.
During this period, we are all exhausted mentally and physically.
We are exhausted.
Not long after we came back from Yunnan, we have to go to Tibet again.
It is really not something that ordinary people can bear. of.
I advise Shiry Yang not to worry too much.
There are not many dangers in Tibet.
At least there are not as many mosquitoes as in Yunnan.
Take a good rest in the past few days before departure.
Time will give us all the answers sooner or later.
Shiry Yang said: "I'm not worried about whether it is dangerous to go to Tibet.
These days I have been thinking about where to go after the bottomless ghost cave is over.
If you still want to continue your business of fighting, I will never agree to this.
This business is too dangerous.
Lao Hu, it’s time for you to make plans for the future.
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Let’s go back to the United States together.”
I asked what's the point of going to the United States, but the language is not good, and the coffee you brew tastes almost like Chinese medicine soup.
I can't stand drinking it every day.
But since you insist on me going, I can’t help it.
I’ll live here for a few years and see.
If I don’t get used to it, I’ll have to move back.
The biggest headache for me is what to do with the fat man.
Leaving him alone in Beijing will definitely cause trouble.
Disaster strikes.
The fat man said: "Old Hu, what are you talking about?
It's like you are much more enlightened than me.
You have caused a lot more trouble than me.
You don't need to be modest about this.
You are going to the United States, then I Can you not go?
When we arrive at Chief of Staff Yang’s land, why can’t we be given a car?
As for cars, I think Sheriff Hunter’s car is pretty good, it must be a Mercedes-Benz.
I’m not asking too much, just drive a Mercedes-Benz like that.
Let’s go to Detroit, San Francisco, and the east and west coasts to open our eyes and connect with the American proletariat.
Together, long live the unity of the people of the world.”
I said to the fat man: "American police don't drive German cars, and they don't even know this.
If you go to the United States with your qualities, isn't it equivalent to causing chaos for the American people?"
The three of us chatted for a while and felt a little relaxed.
The next day I set off alone, heading to Tibet first.
In south-central Tibet, between the Himalayas and Nyenchen Tanglha, there are many lakes, dotted here and there, thousands of them, of some size, all considered holy lakes by Tibetans, especially if there are snow-capped mountains beside the lakes.
Incredibly sacred.
The names of these lakes all have the word "wrong" in them.
The more famous ones are Aung La Rentso, Dangra Yongtso, Namtso, Zhari Namtso, etc.
There are too many to list, and each one has endless mysterious legends. , the Fairy Lake where my old friend Tiebang Lama made his vows is one of these many lakes.
After getting off the bus from Kase, there is no longer a road to the south.
The only option is to walk, or pay to hire a herdsman's horse to ride.
This is not a mountainous area, but the altitude is nearly 4,500 meters above sea level.
Under the leadership of the herdsmen, I kept heading south to the diversion of Bocang Zangbo.
"Zangbu" means river.
This is the first time in my life that I have gone deep into the hinterland of Tibet.
The sunlight on the plateau makes me dizzy, and the sky is so blue that it looks like it is dripping.
The guide and horse owner I hired was a young Tibetan named Wangdui.
Wangdui took me to a high ground, pointed to the two large jasper-like lakes below and said: "The big one on the left is Yongma table Zacuo, the lake of Dragon Palace; the smaller one on the right is Lamu Lacuo, hanging in the sky.
Fairy Lake."
At that time, the sky was clear, the lake was blue, the blue waves reflected the snowy peaks and white clouds, and the distant mountains around the lake were vaguely visible.
In the Records of the Western Regions of the Tang Dynasty, the eminent monk Xuanzang felt the beauty of this world and called these two closely adjacent lakes the "Two Bikes of Yaochi in the West."
Animals raised by humans are not allowed to enter the holy land, so Wangdui and I found a gentle place to go down and walked towards the lake on foot.
Wangdui told me that there is a legend here.
There is the palace of the "Guangcai Dragon King" at the bottom of the lake, where many rare treasures are gathered.
If someone is destined to go around the lake, they can pick up a small fish, a stone, or the name of a water bird in the lake.
With just one feather, you can be rewarded by the "Dragon King of Guangcai", and you will have continuous wealth throughout your life.
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But pilgrims who come to circumambulate the lake prefer to circumambulate the Fairy Lake, because it is said that the clear blue water in the Fairy Lake is the tears of the fairy, which can not only eliminate the dirt and diseases on the body of the world, but also purify the soul.
Greed, anger, laziness, and jealousy make the heart pure.
The snow-capped mountains opposite the two lakes symbolize the vastness and boundlessness of Buddhism.
I told Wangdui that we should purify our souls first, go around the Fairy Lake, and find the Iron Bar Lama among the believers who circled the lake.
The two of us walked around the lake.
Since we didn't come here specifically for pilgrimage, we didn't have to kowtow step by step.
Walking along the lakeside, you can often see the remains of pilgrims, who have become one with the holy land.
A rickety figure in the distance appeared in our field of vision.
From the conspicuous black protective iron rod on his back, we can know his identity, but his behavior is very strange, obviously not the kind we have seen.
Even the Tibetan Wangdui had never seen his movements around the lake, as if he was performing some ancient and mysterious ritual.
Walking around mountains or lakes is a unique way of worship in this special area of the roof of the world.
It is an animistic nature worship belief and is a form of expression that is in line with Tibetan primitive religion.
Routine movements can be divided into two types.
The first is the most common, which is walking on foot; the other is more pious.
Put your hands on a wooden board, raise it above your head, then collect it in front of your chest, fall down with your whole body, touch your forehead to the ground, throw your body to the ground, and use Use your own body to measure the circumference of the sacred mountain and holy lake little by little.
Every time you go around it, your sins will be reduced and merit will be accumulated.
If you die on the way around the lake, it will be a blessing.
Tiebang Lama's behavior didn't look like he was circling the lake, but reminded me of the great master of Northeastern dance.
When I jumped in line in Inner Mongolia, I had seen things like the Dou Dou Goddess and the Shaman.
Was he performing a ritual to exorcise evil spirits?
But what kind of evil spirits would there be in the holy land?
Thinking of this, I walked forward quickly.
Tiebang Lama also recognized me, stopped his movements, and came over to meet me.
After more than ten years of separation, the lama seems to have not changed much, except that his clothes are more tattered.
I told the Lama about the current situation of my two comrades-in-arms, and the Lama was also filled with emotion: "Those who have crashed into the Tomb of Demons can only survive because of the mercy of the Buddha.
I hope that I can accumulate more merit by the lake during my lifetime.
Pray for them.”
Over the years, the lama has never left Lam Latso.
He chants sutras and walks around the lake every day, and relies on the donations of believers who come to the lakeside for food and clothing.
In fact, the pilgrims who worship all the way also accept alms on the way, and giving to the saints is also an accumulation of merit.
I asked what the lama was doing just now, and Tiebang Lama told me what happened.
It turned out that the lama was divination to Medicine King Bodhisattva.
Because there were two poachers from the mainland hunting nearby, but they were novices.
After waiting for five days, they didn't see any decent animals.
Finally, they saw a small beast that they had never seen before.
He shot it immediately, peeled it and cooked it while it was still fresh.
After the two poachers finished eating, they immediately rolled on the ground with stomachaches.
By the time a Tibetan found them, they were already unconscious and foaming at the mouth.
There are no hospitals or monasteries here at all.
The medicine lamas in Tibetan temples are responsible for treating the common people.
Although Tiebang Lama is a Dharma protector, he also served as a medicine lama when he was young, often treating diseases and eliminating disasters for Tibetans and pilgrims by the lake. , so the Tibetans came to ask Tiebang Lama to save them.
Lama Tiebang heard that it was poachers and didn't want to take care of it at first.
However, Buddhism is extremely merciful and he had to save people who were about to die, so he agreed and ordered the Tibetans to bring the two poachers and chant Ganzhur prayed to Medicine King Bodhisattva for a way to save people.
While we were talking, six Tibetans had already carried two poachers on their backs.
The lama ordered people to lay them flat on the ground.
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They saw that the faces of these two people were like gold paper, and their breath was like gossamer, flowing down from the corners of their mouths.
Foaming and a distended stomach.
In my opinion, this symptom is not very strange.
Logically speaking, eating unclean things or suffering from vicious food poisoning may cause this reaction.
It is very dangerous and must be sent to hospital immediately.
Emergency treatment at the hospital.
I wonder if Tiebang Lama can save them with a few Tibetan medicines.
The lama looked at the patient's symptoms, frowned immediately, and said to several local Tibetans: "One of them has eaten too much and is hopeless.
The other one can still be saved.
You go to the holy lake to find some dead ones."
The fish comes with rotten scales.”
Following the lama's instructions, the Tibetans immediately split up and went to the lake to search.
One of the two poachers, the foam coming out of his mouth had turned purple, and he stopped breathing after a while.
The lama quickly asked Wangdui and I to help him pry open the other man's teeth, and gave him two Tibetan medicine and water to swallow.
The man was in a daze and barely ate half of it.
This Tibetan medicine has a life-threatening effect.
After taking it, I immediately vomited a lot of black water.
The poacher who survived the death, although still suffering from stomachache, had regained consciousness.
The lama asked him what he had eaten.
The poacher said that he and his dead companion were fascinated by the news in the mainland that they could make a lot of money hunting and selling skins in Tibet, and they wanted to make a fortune.
But neither of them had hunting experience.
There were many animals in the no-man's land, and they didn't dare to go in rashly.
They had no choice but to wander under the snow-capped mountains, trying their luck, even if it was a Tibetan horse bear.
I walked like this for five days without catching anything, and all the dry food I carried was eaten up first, so I had to prepare to pack up my luggage and go home.
Just as he was about to leave, he saw a big black lynx, not much smaller than the goat.
It was very ugly and not afraid of people, so much so that he mistakenly thought it was a leopard at first.
The two men used sharp firearms and fired several shots, killing the big black lynx on the spot.
I was so hungry that I couldn't bear to think about whether the cat meat was delicious, so I peeled off the skin randomly, boiled it in a pot and ate half of it.
The fiber of the meat was very thick, and it seemed that it couldn't be cooked no matter how I cooked it, so I ate it half-cooked. .
The poacher shed tears and claimed that although the two brothers had evil thoughts and wanted to poach to make money, after all, they couldn't catch anything except this lynx.
He asked the pharmacist Lama to be merciful and save their lives in the future.
He must change his ways.
He told the story intermittently, and the severe pain in his abdomen came again, and he immediately felt like he was dying.
I remember hearing a Tibetan legend in the Kunlun Mountains.
The huge black lynx is not a cat, but the evil spirit of the newly deceased.
Of course, it cannot be eaten.
I asked the lama what to do and whether this man could be saved.
The lama said: "They probably ate snow-capped muskrats.
That kind of animal is edible, but they ate it too early.
Tibetans never eat animals slaughtered on the same day, because the souls of those animals have not completely separated from the body.
Once you eat it, it will be difficult.
I used to serve the Buddha and learned some secret recipes.
Whether it works or not depends on their luck. " Tibetans who went to the lake to look for rotten fish scales came back one after another, and together they found about a handful.
Tiebang Lama gathered the fish scales around the patient, then found a piece of rat-repellent birdwood and burned it into charcoal.
He mixed the rotten and smelly fish scales and gave it to the poacher to eat.
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After this series of bizarre actions, the poacher began to vomit again.
This time the vomiting was even more violent, and he vomited everything in his stomach.
In the end, all he vomited was water, and the lama gave him Tibetan medicine to stop the vomiting.
The lama looked at the filth he vomited and said that this man's life was saved, but he could not eat meat again in this life, as he would vomit whenever he ate meat.
I leaned over and took a look, and saw that there seemed to be something squirming in the large pile of vomit.
When I looked closer, it looked like balls of hairless mice.
The poacher knelt down to thank the lama for saving his life, and asked the lama if he could bury his dead companion by the lake.
The lama said absolutely not.
Tibetans believe that only sinners are buried in the soil, and the souls buried in the soil will never be freed.
When the sun is shining during the day, the soul in the earth will feel like being boiled in a hot pot; when the moonlight shines at night, it will feel like falling into an ice cave, with unbearable chills; if it rains, it will feel like a thousand arrows piercing the heart.
When the wind blows, it feels like being ripped apart by a thousand steel knives, which is unspeakably painful.
There are eighteen sky burials on the mountain not far from the lake.
Put the corpse there and let his soul be freed.
Poachers are reluctant to do this, after all, it is too different from the mainland.
The lama explained that in Tibet, all methods of disposing of corpses, except burial, are popular.
However, due to the lack of fuel for cremation, the corpse is usually carried to the sky burial platform on the hilltop, chopped into pieces, and thrown to the birds.
Animal sharing, if the deceased died due to some dangerous exposure to infectious diseases, burial is also customary.
The poachers were finally persuaded by the lama to just do as the Romans do.
With the help of several Tibetans, they carried the body of their companion and prepared to go to the sky burial platform on the top of the mountain.
I saw that his duffel bag was slightly longer than ordinary ones, and there must be weapons and ammunition in it.
We were not equipped with weapons when we entered Tibet this time, so of course we would not miss the opportunity now, so we stopped him and wanted to discuss buying it with him.
The poacher told me that these two guns were purchased from poachers in Qinghai.
After he disposed of the bodies of his companions, he went back to his hometown to live a peaceful life.
There is no use in keeping the guns.
Since I am an iron rod lama My friend, I gave this gun to me as a token of my gratitude for saving my life.
I looked at the two guns in the bag, and they turned out to be shotguns, Remington, an older model, model 870 with 12 mm caliber, police car equipment version, a product from the 1950s, but well maintained.
No wonder the muskrat is so flexible.
All the animals were shot to death.
There are also more than seventy rounds of ammunition, which are packed in two bullet bags carried on one shoulder.
This kind of firearm has amazing power within fifteen meters, but it seems not suitable for hunting.
To attack long-distance targets, it is better to use weapons with a longer range such as assault rifles.
Shotguns can be used for self-defense in close combat.
In the end, I gave him the money, and I kept the gun and bullets including the packed duffel bag
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