Looking at Mu Xiu again, he seemed to look at me very clearly, a little preoccupied, raised his head and looked at the sky, his eyes looked melodious and gloomy. Anyway, as soon as I saw him this time, I felt like he was preoccupied, and of course I can't ask now, because he can't talk to me at all.

"Makushu, did you just sleep?" I said softly.

"Nope." A smile is enough to make me forget my previous fears and forget my own madness for more than a year.

"What do you think of when you look at the sky?" I pointed to the starry sky, thinking that maybe I could evoke a little bit of romance. But it turns out I was wrong.

"Wolf Totem." Mu Xiu looked at me lightly and said.

I was blinded, and quickly avoided his eyes, looked up at the sky again, and looked up at the deep and vast sky, magnificent and vast, with bright stars and stars. Looking up to the northwest, there is a shining superstar. Against a dark black background, the eyes of a wolf in the middle of the night are bright and deep, and murderous, which is terrifying.

That piece of heaven belongs to Tengger. "Tengger" is the god of the steppe people, guarding that sacred and pure land for thousands of years. Under that vast blue sky, there is an endless green pasture, and countless yellow sheep are leisurely eating grass. The crisp and melodious sound of horses' hooves, from far and near, there is still a faint fragrance on the horse's hooves. With a sonorous and powerful hissing sound, he stopped beside the clear stream that twisted and tacted, lowered his head and drank quietly, nibbled on a few mouthfuls of fresh grass, and after he was full of water and food, he rested on the grassy slope in groups. The cows were leisurely reminiscing about the infinite pleasures brought to them by the grassland, and they would cry out with satisfaction when they looked at it, as if they were thanking Tengger for everything.

Of course, it was not the herds-eating cattle, horses and sheep that ruled this vast grassland for thousands of years, but a group of pale steppe wolves. The steppe wolf is the guardian of the steppe sent by Tengger, and has supreme rights, even the will of the gods. The wolf has the power to kill and seize on the grassland, and all creatures on the grassland can only return to Tengger after death through the wolf. Figuratively speaking, the wolf is the ladder that leads to Tengger and to rest after death. For thousands of years, all the creatures of this grassland have followed this distant and ancient rule, and have never crossed half a step. The wolf, the child of Tengger, will see the desolate scene on the night of the full moon, under the bright moonlight: the evening breeze gently blows the grass, rustling, and the huge and mighty steppe wolves stare at the silver-white disc and howl in the sky...... That's a call to Tengri! The mournful sound resounded in the night sky, through thousands of years, piercing the tranquility of this eternal grassland!

There is a cloud in the Book of Wei: "The Xiongnu gave birth to two daughters, and their appearance was very beautiful, and the people of the country thought they were gods." …… The next is a wolf wife, and gives birth to a child. Later, it multiplied and became a country. Therefore, his people are good at singing long songs, and they are like wolf howls. "The people there have the blood of wolves, the character of wolves, the strong physique of wolves, and the wisdom of wolves. The deep, bold, melancholy and long Mongolian long tune and the resentment of the steppe wolf, loneliness, stubbornness and family affection are all expressions of the song of the immortal heaven Tengger, and it is a hymn to the tragic hero. They take the wolf as their totem, and it is the wolf that brings them cunning wisdom, gives them tenacious and unyielding character, and also cultivates their outstanding military talents and national characteristics of being brave and good at war. The nomadic people have worshiped the wolf supreme for thousands of years, and the wolf has become the ancestor of the grassland people, the grandmaster, the god of war and the model. Even after the death of a person, they are willing to entrust themselves to the supreme steppe wolf. The deceased would be placed on an ox cart and followed a bumpy path all the way east. A warrior who had fought on horseback all his life, after his death, went up and down the path in the same way, until the moment he was thrown off the ox cart, ending his life full of ups and downs full of dangers and challenges. The place where the deceased landed was the place where he ascended to heaven, and then there was the mysterious "heavenly burial" ceremony. Only when they are eaten by wolves can their souls ascend to heaven smoothly and return to Tengger's side. After living on the grassland for a lifetime, killing so many lives and eating so much meat, after death, you have to return your body to the grassland, so that your soul can get eternal life by Tengger's side.

The blood of the wolf flowed through this tribe until the birth of a great man, Bo'er Jin Temujin. It seems that Tengger poured all the efforts of the steppe into him, "Genghis Khan", a generation of Tianjiao of the steppe, is destined to be the overlord of the entire Mongolian nation to expand its territory and conquer the world! Only hundreds of thousands of Mongolian iron horsemen, leveling the Western Xia Kingdom, defeating hundreds of thousands of Jin State heroes, the Southern Song Dynasty Emperor Bi'an bowed his head to the vassals, the small countries of Eastern Europe were incomplete, and the iron hooves swept across the entire Eurasian continent and swept most of the world. Wolf flag hunting, wolf smoke everywhere, not so much the victory of Genghis Khan, but the "wolf nation" to the "sheep nation" conquest, the iron horse everywhere is deeply imprinted with that indelible mark - the mysterious and sacred wolf totem!

I hate that I was born late, otherwise, I will definitely be a soldier poet in Genghis Khan's army, and write the heroic name of Genghis Khan, the bravery of the Mongolian iron horse, and the spirit of the wolf totem into the annals of history, and make a magnificent epic of the steppe. Longing for the vast, quiet and magical prairie, riding a Uzhumuqin horse, following the footsteps of Genghis Khan, going up against the wheel of history, just to feel the glory and glory of conquering the Quartet in the shadow of swords and swords, horses neighing and dogs barking, and wolf smoke and fire. I really want to see a real steppe wolf, not something in an iron cage that has completely lost its wildness and is only for visitors to see; I really want to see the magnificent scene of the wolves encircling and destroying a group of yellow sheep, and learn from the wolf's cunning wisdom and the spirit of unity and cooperation; I really want to confront the wolves head-on, and fight the wolves frantically with the sheath pole and the thick and sturdy club, like a Roman gladiator, in a huge gladiatorial arena with fierce beasts to the death.

The grassland has followed inherent rules for thousands of years, forming a unique grassland logic. "The grassland under Tengger is a big life, and the cattle, horses and sheep are a small life. Of course, humans and wolves are also small lives. Cattle, horses and sheep eat grass, and too much of it will destroy the pasture, so wolves are needed to control the population. If there are too many wolves, it will not work, so people and wolves must restrain each other. It is precisely because of this that the grassland has always maintained its original appearance, green grass, green water, fat sheep, and ruthless wolves. Tengger is fair to everyone, he will not let either side have the absolute upper hand, otherwise, the grassland will be all over. "The simple words of the Mongolian elder Abba contain the truth of natural balance, which seems simple, but in fact has great knowledge. Generations of grassland people have fought against natural disasters, wolves, and foreigners, all in order to keep their vast grassland and spiritual homeland!

This book was first published on Kanshu.com