Early the next morning, Gu Mei got up, and after washing up, she left the room.

Walking on the unfamiliar streets, you can smell the smell of Tibetan incense everywhere. It was an indescribable taste, as if it could cleanse the soul. From time to time, an old man in traditional costume walks past him with a prayer wheel in his hand and a silent reciting something in his mouth.

"Shangri-La" is synonymous with paradise and paradise.

There are sacred snow-capped mountains, deep canyons, dancing waterfalls, quiet lakes surrounded by forests, herds of cattle and sheep roaming in the beautiful grasslands, clear mirror-like skies, and golden temples...... Either way, it's breathtakingly beautiful.

Pure and hospitable people warmly welcome guests from afar, this is a sacred place of religion and a paradise on earth.

Some houses or hills as far as the eye can see are covered with strips of cloth, which are said to be a way for people to communicate with the gods, as well as a way to pray, bless and hope for God's blessings. It's like drawing a staircase-like pattern with white chalk or ink on a mountain or some rocks with an outcropping stone wall, because they believe that by doing so, they can bring their souls to bliss.

In Gu Mei's heart, people from ethnic minorities are better to contact than Han people, perhaps because their culture is not as extensive as that of Han people, so their scheming is simpler.

When Gu Mei was thinking about it, she was surrounded by a group of "enthusiastic" people, saying that they would take her to the next destination - she didn't know where her next destination was, and these people were so enthusiastic that they didn't listen to her at all, and they wanted to pull her to the car.

Gu Mei was a little at a loss, she had never met such an "enthusiastic" person before, so she naturally didn't know how to deal with it, so she could only smile stiffly and excuse herself.

Zhang Vimila appeared at this time.

If she is a man, she can be described by an idiom - a hero saves beauty.

As soon as Zhang Vimila appeared on the stage, she used a language she didn't understand to the men and crapped them seriously, and the men immediately left in a huff.

Gu Mei looked surprised, she didn't expect that a woman could be so majestic.

Then, Zhang Weimila smiled at her, and that smile seemed to be the most brilliant sunflower.

"You, when you meet this kind of person, you should express yourself resolutely and clearly. NO, you know what NO means, right?"

Gu Mei smiled silently.

So, Zhang Vimila became her tour guide, free of charge. As for the reason...... What she said was that she was afraid that Gu Mei would be stupid again, and she would be deceived by these people who specialize in bullying tourists from other places.

Gu Mei was very uncomfortable with Zhang Weimila's temperament at first, but gradually, she also liked such a passionate and heroic woman.

"This place was originally called Zhongdian County, you know that, right?" Mila explained to her as she walked, "representing the ideal realm that Tibetans yearn for." The name Shangri-La originates from the Shambhala kingdom in the Tibetan scriptures, and in the history of the development of Tibetan Buddhism, it has been widely mentioned as the highest state of "pure king". ”

Gu Mei heard some sarcasm hidden in Mira's words, looked at Mira in confusion, and said, "Don't you think this place is very beautiful and quiet, and it lives up to the name of paradise?"

"Really?" Mira's smile was a little strange, and when she returned to normal, she said, "Compared to your Han people's place, this is indeed the case. Whenever the snow-capped mountains are clothed in silver shirts, the grasslands are dressed in sara woven by moonlight, and the cottages are lit with bright red bonfires, with the sound of strings or loud singing...... People gather to sing and dance, and it becomes a sea of singing and dancing. The thoughts, feelings, and rich lives of various ethnic groups that have been cultivated for generations are all displayed in the folk songs and dances that are often unhearted. In particular, the Tibetans should sing and dance to cheer up when they are entertained, run through songs and dances in life etiquette, accompany them with songs in labor and production, and often sing loudly in the mountains and wilderness......

After a pause, Mira thought for a while, and then said, "You Han people almost don't know how to sing our songs, right?" However, there are many people here who can sing your Han pop songs, and when I have time, I will teach you a few songs, in this place, songs are one of the best ways to communicate, and our Naxi songs are also very good. ”

"Naxi?" Gu Mei immediately came to her senses and looked at Mira more seriously, hoping to learn something from it.

"Well, in the Tibetan language of Zhongdian, 'Shangri-La' means 'the sun and moon in the heart', hmm...... The Han people really want to have a song with this name. My home is near Bita Hai, Bita Hai, you know? Bita is a place with oak trees in Tibetan, and Bita Hai means quiet sea in Tibetan. Legend has it that there was a goddess who accidentally lost her mirror when she was grooming and shattered to form many highland lakes, and Bita Sea is one of the most beautiful lenses inlaid with emeralds. Jiang Ling battle to Bita Sea, because of the ice and snow, the lake is hazy, the knights of the Ling country forced the enemy into the lake by mistake and were drowned, Jiang Guo, who turned defeat into victory, thought that this was the result of the blessing of the god of Bita Mountain, so he built a temple on the hill, and some people said that this island was the summer resort of the Naxi Mu Tianwang in the Ming Dynasty...... In short, there are many legends about Bita Sea, and some of them are related to King Gesar. ”

When talking about King Gesar, Mira had a reverent expression.

Gu Mei remembered that this King Gesar was the incarnation of Padmasambhava in Tibetan legends, and he was a hero that the Tibetan people were proud of.

Later, Mira told her a lot of legends about various attractions, and as she was talking, she suddenly said, "Come to my house as a guest." ”

Along the way, Mira enthusiastically continued to introduce the beautiful scenery of various places and tell the legends and stories of various places for Gu Mei.

When approaching the Bita Sea, Gu Mei was attracted by its beautiful and tranquil natural beauty, and indulged in this natural beauty.

At this moment, she realized once again that the beauty here, no matter what it is, is pure, without any traces of carving, retaining the traces left by the years, maintaining a natural appearance, this pure nature, must be the main reason for really attracting tourists from all over the world......

Mira's family is very wealthy, and it is said that her ancestors left behind.

With the exception of some ethnic minorities who do not welcome visitors, most of the others are hospitable, as are Mira's family. Before they could get in, they could see a group of people standing at the end of the road, as if waiting for something.

Gu Mei wondered, why did they know they were coming, seeing Mira greeting them from a distance, it was clear that they were waiting for them. If you just go home, no one will greet you with such a big pomp, right?

"Is your family here to pick us up? I didn't see you on the phone!" Gu Mei asked in a series of questions, and she was very strange about this.

Mira told Gu Mei: "We don't need communication tools, we just need to step into our own village, and the wind will naturally convey the news of our return to the people." There was a faint contempt for modern communication tools such as mobile phones in her voice.

Gu Mei can understand that because these modern technologies are corroding the nature and purity they are trying to maintain day and night.

Mira's family has a prominent position among the Naxi people here in Shangri-La, and in other words, it can be equated with chiefs. This kind of existence that does not have an official position but is more prestigious than a person with an official position is not uncommon among ethnic minorities.

As long as you stand in the temple where Mira is located, you can clearly see the beautiful and tranquil Bita Sea.

Gu Mei asked stupidly, "Why is it called the sea?"

Mira was stunned and didn't explain, but said: "Listen to Lord **, there will be a solar eclipse tomorrow afternoon, once in a hundred years." ”

Gu Mei blinked, "Solar eclipse?" She reflexively wanted to take out her mobile phone to check if there was a solar eclipse here, but suddenly remembered something, put the mobile phone she had already held in her hand back into her bag, and looked sideways at Mira, waiting for her to explain further.

Mira seemed pleased with her actions and smiled, "Well, a solar eclipse. Then he turned to look at her, "You know what? There is a legend about solar eclipses, and it is said that on the occasion of a once-in-a-century solar eclipse, the gods will grant a wish to the chosen one. ”

"Wish?God?" Gu Mei wanted to laugh, not because she thought her words were ridiculous, but because they were ridiculous. How can a man's wish be fulfilled by God? If there really is—just thinking of this, her heart suddenly palpitated, what if...... If there really is a God, and if this God can grant her wishes—she wants to be brought to Atul.

The thrilling scenes of her dreams reappeared in her mind, and she wanted to know what happened before and after.

Mira smiled and said, "Yes, God will grant our wishes." Well, is it hard for you to understand? But also, you Han Chinese have lost their faith. She asked herself questions, not seeming to find this offensive or insulting to some Han Chinese who still maintained their faith.

Gu Mei was silent about this, smiling, looking at the picturesque scenery.

"Oh, do you have any wishes?" Mira took Gumi's hand and walked towards the house.

"Me?"

"yes, don't you have any wishes?"

Gu Mei was silent for a while and said, "I'...... I wanted to see someone, and I came here to look for his traces, but I didn't know if it existed. ”

There was a hurtful regret in Gu Mei's words, and that regret crossed the hearts of the two.

"What about you?" Gu Mei asked, breaking the heavy atmosphere.

"I?haha, my wish, I hope that the beauty of Bita Sea can continue until the heavens and the earth are old, and can always protect me, our Naxi people. ”

Mira's laughter also hides a hurtful regret that seems irreparable.

"It will definitely be!" Gu Mei said, soothing the sadness of the conversation.

The religious beliefs of the Naxi people are Dongba religion, Tibetan Buddhism, Islam, and the Naxi people near Lijiang also generally believe in the "three gods".

Most of the villages in Zhangvimila are Tibetan Buddhism, and the most glorious and beautiful buildings here are the temples.

When Zhang Weimila took Gu Mei to visit, he told her: "This is a replica of the Songzanlin Temple, which is known as the small Potala Palace, and the scale is three times smaller than that of Songzanlin Temple, but in this village that cannot be regarded as large, this temple is already huge." The name of the temple is 'Dorje Paran', which means 'pearl' in Chinese. ”

Gu Mei can't say what she thinks in her heart, she just blindly indulges.

"I once heard Grandma say that a long time ago, this was a tribal settlement called 'Dongba'. The leader of Dongba, LinkedIn, was wise and wise, but later due to his old age and serious illness, his wife and children were fighting for power, framing each other, pulling each other's legs, and the tribe gradually became less than before. Later, before the death of the leader of Dongba, he passed the position of leader to a subordinate named Atu, and the Dongba tribe was revived and prospered under the leadership of Atu, and the leader of Atu built 'Dorje Palan' in the second year of his becoming the leader, which is said to commemorate his lover. ”

"Atul, Atul......" Gu Mei whispered, her heart beating uneasily, "He really exists, then his lover is-" Gu Mei didn't say the rest of the words, and there was already a great suspense in her heart.

"His lover is said to be the daughter of the leader of Dongba, the two have experienced many dangers because of the disparity in status, but they still failed to be together, but it is also said that his lover is Han, the leader of Dongba asked him to marry the daughter of the leader before passing the position of leader to him, he did not obey, the two insisted on life and death and finally failed to be together," Mira said: "But no matter which section, the leader of Attu did not marry for his lover for life, after his death, the Dongba tribe flourished and declined, and was soon annexed by other tribes." After a pause, she thought for a while, and then said: "Later, someone found a poem by Atul, a poem by your Han people, that poem is very beautiful, I vaguely remember that it is 'flowers are like fire, dustless, empty to the qin, hurtful, love, no matter how difficult it is, thinking of people and thinking of people's dreams." Because of this poem, many people speculate that the lover of the leader of Attu, that is, Dorje Paran in his heart, should be a Han Chinese. ”

"Nia-" Gu Mei couldn't help but call out the name, she firmly believed that she was the protagonist of the story, Niya, Atul's lover.

"Nia?" Mira asked casually, but didn't care about Gu Mei's answer, and already walked forward.

"Nope. Gu Mei shook her head lightly and followed Mira.