Looking at Qian Ming's back, Hu Yang showed a smile, so envious!

He opened his backpack, untied his outdoor tent, found a place to prop it up, and spent the night here.

In fact, you can also rest in the temple or the hotel opposite it, but there are too many people there, and there are only mixed living kinds.

Alice, of course, they don't want to.

Besides, they brought tents and prepared to sleep outside.

After all the tents were supported and set up, Hu Yang saw Qian Ming and Deng Liyun coming back hand in hand.

One smirked, the other looked happy and sweet.

May all lovers in the world eventually become married!

Hu Yang smiled at them, and then said hello to everyone, telling them to go to bed early so that they could watch the sunrise tomorrow.

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In the morning, the sky was slightly bright, Hu Yang opened his eyes, picked up the mobile phone next to him and looked at the time, it was almost sunrise.

After pouring some water, rinsing his mouth, and wiping his face, he shouted two words loudly, who wants to watch the sunrise.

Suddenly, all the tents moved, how could they miss such a view.

In less than ten minutes, I basically packed up my things and followed the footsteps of Populus euphratica.

Half of Kailash's snow-capped peaks are hidden in the mist, and the thin clouds reflect the azure blue of the sky, evenly smearing the earth, and the scenery exudes a tranquil warmth.

When they took pictures of a high ground, they all took out their cameras and waited.

"It's coming!" shouted Hu Yang.

In the middle of the blue mountain of Kailash, a ray of fiery red sunlight shines through the clouds, like a red ribbon clinging to the mountainside of the sacred mountain.

Those originally cold and ruthless hues were instantly ignited and melted, like a drop of red ink falling on the blue printed and dyed cloth, slowly penetrating into both ends.

The red heart and blue sky of the sacred mountain are like a fiery new life.

Such a scenery only appeared for a dozen seconds, and it was not even enough to taste it, and the mountain was covered with a layer of mist again.

Jack: They all grinned brightly as they looked at the beautiful scenery of Mount Kinabalu that they had photographed.

If it weren't for the poplar's reminder, they would most likely be immersed in the stunning scenery and miss the good time to shoot.

It is not in vain that they get up early.

In this way, there is a feeling of vitality to watch the Kailash Snow Peak seem to come alive in the sun.

Watching the sunrise and eating breakfast.

Hu Yang led them to the Kailash Trail again, and the latter part of the road was even more difficult, especially to the Dolmala Pass.

However, when the poplars stood at the Dolmala Pass, they couldn't help but breathe a long sigh of relief to the sky.

"Oh my God, there's a relief from hell to heaven. James couldn't help but sigh.

Alice and the others all agreed.

Indeed, if you haven't been there, you can't feel the shock that comes from the heart.

The mountain pass is a sea of prayer flags, and the colorful colors attract gusts of west winds.

Hu Yang took out some ronda (Tibetan, good luck and good luck) from his backpack and gave them to James and Qian Ming, because they were usually scattered by men.

The cloth of ronda fluttered in the west wind, praying for blessings to be transmitted with the wind.

Take out a multi-purpose knife, cut some hair from the top of your head, and find a stone to press.

"Mr. Hu, what does this mean?" Alice said curiously.

"Whether you are a believer or a tourist, as long as you know it, you will leave a drop of blood, a bundle of hair or a piece of clothing here, to say goodbye to the suffering of the past and start a new life, I recommend that you leave your hair. Hu Yang smiled.

Then what else is there to say, of course you have to stay.

Whether it is Alice and the others, or Deng Liyun and them, they all cut off a strand of long hair and stay here.

Because the road up is too difficult, Populus euphratica is nothing, but women such as Alice and Teresa Teng are a little bad.

And in Tibetan areas, you really don't want to hold on, otherwise the consequences will be serious.

Originally, you wouldn't have had altitude sickness, but because you were too tired, you needed more oxygen.

But what's going on here, it's more than 5,600 meters above sea level.

Friends in the coastal region are unimaginable.

About half an hour later, when everyone had recovered their strength, they were on the road again.

As the old saying goes, it's easier to go up than to down!

But that's relative, and here at the Dolmala Pass, it's easier to descend than up.

The mountain road was interspersed with rocks, and Hu Yang took Alice and the others to walk slowly, and ate a bowl of hot instant noodles in those places at the supply station, which was really comfortable.

Walking through the canyon and passing by the temples, we finally returned to the original place - Datachin.

Back here, after two days of turning the mountain, you will have a heartfelt sense of pride and satisfaction.

Datachin is a small town built specifically for out-of-town mountain travelers.

Here you can eat a lot of local cuisine.

I found a homestay here for the night.

Since there is no need to rush to the road, and there is a car to go to the sacred lake of the sacred mountain, Mapanyongcuo, you can sleep lazily.

After a night of news, the exhaustion subsided and they all became energetic.

Hu Yang began to introduce them to Ma Pan Yongcuo.

"In Tibetan, it means invincible jasper lake, and Kailash Snow Peak is known as the sacred mountain and sacred lake, and has the reputation of 'the mother of the world's rivers'. ”

"Speaking of Mapanyongcuo, as long as you come to Ali in Tibet to play, you may not be unfamiliar, but there is a lake next to it, maybe you don't know it. ”

Suddenly, not only Alice, Teresa Teng and others showed curiosity, but even everyone else in the car looked at Hu Yang.

"There is also a lake next to Mapanyongcuo, known as the Ghost Lake, called Laang Tso. ”

As soon as Hu Yang's words fell, someone exclaimed: "Ghost Lake? How is this possible? This is a place where the sacred mountain and sacred lake can tolerate such an existence?"

What's impossible?

The world is not white or black, and the positions and views are different.

Hu Yang nodded and said, "Laangcuo, in Tibetan, means poisonous black lake. ”

"Why?" Qian Ming wondered.

"Because Mapanyongcuo is a freshwater lake, and Laangcuo is a saltwater lake, one can give birth to life and bring health and longevity, while the other is spurned by others, do you know what I mean?

When the others heard Populus Hu's explanation, they all nodded in agreement.

In fact, there are many Tibetan legends, but there is no need to tell them, because they are not very important, and they are not very widespread.

After talking about Mapanyongcuo, everyone started talking about other things.

For example, when Kailash Snow Peak was turning to the mountain, I met a yak that was also a pilgrim, and the beautiful scenery there.

Hu Yang glanced at Deng Liyun and Qian Ming, but saw that they were tired and too lazy to pay attention to them.

Soon, the car turned around the mountain pass.

Like a pearl that fell on the ground, Ma Pan Yongcuo, entered the eyes of everyone.

When the car stopped, everyone couldn't wait to walk to the lake.

The weather today is nice and the sky is clear.

The lake is blue, the blue waves are lightly swinging, the white clouds and snow peaks are reflected in it, the distant mountains by the lake are faintly visible, and the scenery is wonderful.