Body 103

There are so many people in this world, but there are still so many places that are inaccessible. Hoh Xil is one of the kind, where the harsh natural environment can't support too many creatures, and here in the Grand Canyon is a different kind. While the rapids are showing their tyrannical side to nature, at least for now, humans can't scratch even a single whisker of this water dragon.

Overlooking the entire Grand Canyon from the Xixingla Pass, you can see a magical and magnificent scene. The Brahmaputra River bends north here, and the river surface of more than 200 meters wide suddenly shrinks to more than 100 meters, and the roaring river water rushes into the Dorjepam Canyon with white spray. However, a boulder more than 30 meters high in the middle of the river blocked the way of the river. Thousands of tons of river water rushed in every second, like a mad wild horse, screaming and jumping down from the steps of the huge rock barrier, smashing under the rock wall, raising a thick white mist.

Descending the river, the river kept crashing into one rock wall after another, forcing the tyrannical dragon to dodge left and right, snatching its way through the gaps between the cliffs.

The battle between the river and the rock wall was not one-sided. Walking a few kilometers along the river, you will see several collapsed rock walls, in addition to some relatively stable steps, large waterfalls named by geological expeditions who have risked their lives to survey and map here, and countless waterfalls that are randomly formed every year with different amounts of water and different degrees of water flow. Sometimes there is even more magnificent delicacy: the water rushes directly against the rock wall, makes an arc and flies across it, falling many distances from the rock wall, smashing into huge and shocking depressions. The water mist stirred up was like a cloud of smoke formed by a violent explosion, rising several hundred meters high. Water mist often obstructs the view. You can only hear the rumbling water but not see the true face of the waterfall, and you can't see the gushing torrent until you get closer.

Is this a suitable place to find someone and live in? Zuo Lin is now very suspicious, Sun Lao appeared next to Yan Yingxue and Jin Xiaohua on purpose, he was hiding in this kind of place, it is hard to imagine that an ordinary search team can force him out in just a few days. Finding someone in a treacherous environment of dozens of square kilometers is no less difficult than finding a needle in a haystack. And here, most of the precision instruments and nothing can't be used. Walking in the deep mountains and old forests, the rain overhead and the splashing of mist caused by the waterfalls made the whole area drenched terribly. Even Zuo Lin could only judge whether it was raining from the taste of the droplets that splashed into his mouth. As long as those electronic devices are taken out of the safe deposit box, they will be destroyed in this environment. Of all the equipment that Zuo Lin was carrying, only the all-mechanical off-road watch and the equally all-mechanical camera seemed to be working normally. Walked twice along the approximately 20-kilometre-long stretch of the river. Zuo Lin did not hesitate to use about 20 rolls of film, leaving first-hand information on the flood season in the core area of the Badong Waterfalls in Zangbo. After finding Mr. Sun and leaving here, I will send these photos to magazines such as National Geographic, China National Geographic, or Private Geographic, which will probably cover the reimbursement of GPS locators, portable radios, and laptops that were originally intended to record some texts. It was at this point that Zorin finally understood why so many people in the Druid Council worked for institutions such as the National Geographic Society or the BBC and Discoveny. Druids are able to go where ordinary people can't. The photos and videos I got were very shocking. Although you can't expect to make a fortune with this, you can at least earn back your travel expenses with this, and you can make a small profit.

Walking in the primeval forest, the power of nature is certainly very abundant, but it is difficult to find people in this environment. It's so humid that it's no different from soaking in water all day. Fortunately, Zuo Lin was a little prepared when he came, and his clothes from the inside to the outside were waterproof and breathable professional fabrics for outdoor sports, although his head was full of water, but it would not penetrate into the clothes, and the dry body and shoes allowed Wulin to save a lot of physical strength. But other problems arise, it is difficult to cook things on a fire in this environment. For two or three days in a row, Zuo Lin ate compressed biscuits, energy bars, chocolate and beef strips. Nutrition is fine, but without hot food, after all, it is very uncomfortable.

Compared with food, what is more uncomfortable is that there is almost no major progress in finding Sun Lao. The high water levels, the continuous rain and the mist from the waterfall washed away all traces that might have been caused by people. Zuo Lin had no choice but to use the power of nature as a tool for searching. However, since no one has been disturbing this primeval forest, there are several powerful creatures living there, so Zuo Lin does not dare to open the search curtain of the force of nature with all his might. If the energy fluctuations in their bodies caused these creatures who have lived in this dense river valley for an unknown number of years, it is estimated that a fight is inevitable. Although Zuo Lin is confident that he will win, how troublesome it is. Moreover, opening the search curtain of the force of nature is quite an exhausting task, and it is even more difficult to fight from time to time.

After walking around the area for almost a week, Zuo Lin finally got to know the land quite well. After thinking about it carefully, he walked along the Brahmaputra River for a while and came to a small mountain village. Here, the river is open again, and the current is much slower. The water may be a little too open, with so many streams intertwined that it is almost impossible to find the main stream, and the entire valley extends to several kilometers wide. Zuo Lin has no doubt that during the dry season of winter, the wide river will be much lower than it is now, and these rivers, which are often hundreds of meters wide, will be reduced to much smaller streams, some of which may not exist at all. The traces on the rocks in the middle of the river are enough to prove this. Having seen the turbulence of the Zangbu Padang Waterfalls with his own eyes, in this gentle river, Zuo Lin has no psychological pressure at all for swimming across the river or even diving to the bottom of the river. And relying on a plastic bag as a waterproof compartment, Zuo Lin took several very good photos underwater. Perhaps it evolved in the rapids, and the meat of the fish in the river is fresh and powerful, much more delicious than the fish raised in the fish ponds eaten in the city or the so-called seafood river freshness.

The Tibetans in the village have some respect for Zuo Lin, a guy who came to the town alone along the Brahmaputra River. This respect became even stronger when they saw Zuo Lin jumping into the river to dive and take pictures as if nothing had happened, and easily caught a few fish from the water, and sat on the rocks by the river grilling the fish to dry his clothes. The waterfalls in the summer are something these people would never dare to set foot in, but now Zuolin has not only run down the river, but also looks unscathed, and in the eyes of the Tibetans, Zuolin must have received some kind of protection. Tibetans are devout Buddhists, but the combination of Buddhist beliefs and local legends is not far from the Wu culture area. This combination of multiple elements of faith. The belief in the gods, nature and powerful people gives the town a unique character. The adults looked at Zuo Lin from afar, speculating about how this guy came here and what he was doing, and the awe and vigilance made them afraid to approach. Even though, Zuo Lin looks gentle and peaceful, and he definitely doesn't look like a bad person.

But the children in the village, perhaps out of curiosity or attracted by the aroma of food, gathered around Zuo Lin.

The fish itself is so characteristic that the scales are scraped off, a thin layer of salt is rubbed, and when it is roasted over the fire, the aroma wafts everywhere uncontrollably. I saw the children curiously gathered around them, looking greedily at the fish strung with branches on the fire. Zuo Lin laughed, cut off the fish piece by piece with a knife, and put it in the hands of the children. The children were not afraid of the heat, and they were breathing heavily, using the cold and wet air to resist the burning heat on their tongues, while eagerly sending the delicious fish into their mouths.

The village is too small, and there are not many children, just a few. This simple and tranquil smell reminded Zuo Lin of his old life in a small mountain village. Facing the surging river, it seems that the whole person will be quiet. Zuo Lin was even thinking about whether to build a small house here in the future and come to live here for a while every year, so that he didn't have to worry about how long it would take to build a dam or something like that. If you want to conquer a group of waterfalls that can twist huge rock walls into rubble, I am afraid that such technology will not be available for decades.

Zuo Lin wanted to find someone to ask about the situation. For example, have you seen Sun Lao. Presumably, even if Sun Lao hid in the waterfalls, he would have to come out from time to time to replenish some food supplies or something. Although the druids are excellent hunters, condiments, especially salt, are still obtained through exchange. Or, there are no legends or myths in the area of the waterfalls, Sun Lao likes this kind of thing very much, looking for cultural relics in places where ordinary people can't go, and maybe occasionally finding some places where the predecessors and masters cultivated, which has always been one of Sun Lao's hobbies. But what bothered Zuo Lin a little was that the children couldn't speak Mandarin, and after walking around the village, it seemed that none of the adults could speak Mandarin...... In other words, even if there is one who volunteers to stand up and communicate with him, the Mandarin spoken by everyone does not seem to be a language.

"Thank you for your generosity in hosting these children. After playing with those children by the river for a while, and filling their stomachs by the way, a tall and sturdy middle-aged man walked up to Zuo Lin, stroked his chest with his right hand and bent down slightly before saluting. The middle-aged man wears a white short-sleeved shirt and whitewashed jeans, a pair of military boots on his feet, and a sturdy mechanical watch made in the 80s on his wrist. The swarthy glow of his skin and the indelible hint of a local accent are the only features that indicate that this middle-aged man is also a Tibetan.

"Hello", Wulin jumped up happily, bowed to his chest like a visitor, and said politely: "Finally someone can speak." ”

The middle-aged man's name is Sanchi, and he is one of the few high school students in this small mountain village. He has been running back and forth between the village and the nearest town, bringing the necessities of life to the village and helping to sell the village's produce. Over time, he gradually became a representative of the village and the outside world.

"May I ask what you are doing in the village?" asked Sanji, his tone humble and respectful, as if he was afraid that his direct question would annoy Zolin.

"I ran all the way down the Brahmaputra River from the Xixingla Pass in front of me to take some photos and do some research. Come here to restock some food," Zuo Lin said with a smile.

Although everyone noticed that Zuo Lin came all the way upstream, Zuo Lin's own itinerary still surprised Sanji. As a local native, he is very familiar with the surrounding environment, and he knows very well what the so-called dozens of kilometers of road from Xixingla Pass to the village means. "Are you alone? Aren't the teams that come here to inspect at least a few people with a lot of equipment?"

"I'm alone. Besides, I'm not here to survey, I'm just here to take a look and take some pictures. ”

Sanji was silent for a while, Zuo Lin's attitude was sincere and simple, and he was by no means talking nonsense. It is almost inconceivable for a person to cross the turbulent waterfalls, including the Tsangpo Padang Waterfalls. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Would it be convenient for you to come with me to meet the village chief?" I think the village chief must want to talk to you. ”

"Okay, please lead the way. Zuo Lin said politely.

The moment he saw the village chief, Zuo Lin was a little surprised. It was in a quiet room with a faint scent, and on one side of the low cabinet were all kinds of books. There are ancient parchment and cowhide scrolls, as well as books that appear to be newly published with plastic film covers, and in addition to scriptures, there are all kinds of books, such as atlases, such as laws and regulations, and so on. The Buddha statues are painted on the walls, and a thin layer of sesame oil is applied to the paintings to resist the humid conditions of the region, which may be the best way to make the Tibetan Buddha statues, which are known for their bright colors, look a little dull. Otherwise, these mineral pigments will not be able to withstand the continuous invasion of water vapor. The village chief was a tall and thin old man, who looked ordinary, but there was quite a lot of strength in his body, which came from the power of faith. This power, the distance can be called a cultivator, and there is only a thin line between being able to cast some basic spells.

"Hello, village chief. Zuo Lin saluted respectfully.

"Sanji said, you came all the way here from the Xixingla Pass, alone. You are favored by the god of water, can you tell me, the old man, about what you saw and heard along the way? That's where we can't go, it's the mansion of the god of water. The village chief's eyes were blazing. The people of these villages, as well as some of the people in the nearby villages, have always been in reverence and awe of that mysterious land. They brought water to irrigate the land, fished, and obtained hunting from the forests on both sides of the valley, which they thought was given to them by a body of water. Although they had not dared to go too deep into the roaring river, the sound of the thunderous water that they had been unaware of all year round convinced them that it was the residence of the god of water.