The early morning mist shrouded the gray-yellow ridgeline, the gentle slope meadow area on the side of the canyon between the two mountains, an ancient gravel packer road winds to the end of the sky, and above the boulder cliff with thousands of walls, several goshawks with a wingspan of more than one meter spread their wings and flew around the tall ridge, and the mournful eagle roar echoed in the valley valley at an altitude of nearly four thousand meters, and a desolate and desolate atmosphere came to the face.

On the rugged pack horse road, which is no more than two meters wide, a group of backpackers walked out of the mouth of the low bushes, including men, women, and children, including an old Tibetan man wearing a light white cloth Tibetan robe and a black thin black cane; There is also a designer travel jacket full of pure atmosphere of sister paper......

This group of backpackers was Zhuge Hanyu and his party who took advantage of the dark twilight to conceal their whereabouts and crossed the border into India, including Song Xiaoshuang, Anna, Zhuge Hanyu, Sima Yuru, Yang Yifan, Liu Xiaoyang, and Uncle Kong Kang Ding and Master Mu Jiangcuo, a total of eight people.

By this time, the group had already pretended to be a backpacker from a long distance, walking on the pack horse road in the Ladakh mountain range, far from the border with a stone bridge.

At the head of the line were Master Mu Gangcuo, who had scattered black hair, and Uncle Kong Kang Ding, who was fat and fat, and Uncle Kong Kang Ding, who had gray hair.

Seemingly old and wind-wrenching, Master Mu Jiangcuo was holding a black root cane in his hand, which tapped the gravel of the rugged mountain road from time to time, and a pair of mille-feuille cloth shoes on his feet stepped lightly on the gravel road, and the placket of the cloth Tibetan robe swayed with the blowing mountain wind, striding almost silently.

Dressed in a striped linen cloth with a unique ethnic atmosphere, Uncle Kong Kang Ding, who was fat and fat, also wore a pair of mille-feuille cloth shoes on his feet, and carried a small backpack with a capacity of only a dozen liters on the back of Master Mu Jiang Tso, and walked on Master Mu Jiang Tso's side. The two masters of the primitive religious sect talked in Tibetan and Chinese in a low voice from time to time, and the content of the conversation was very jumpy.

The two masters are very human. Decades of deep penetration into the frontier to promote the primitive Bon religion and the primitive religion of the southwest, although the pack horse road is difficult to walk, but for a powerful cultivator like them, it is a kind of experience of cultivation, and they have long been accustomed to it, and it is appropriate to walk on the pack horse road as if walking on the ground.

Sima Yuru and others walking behind, everyone carried backpacks of different sizes, and the clothing colors and styles were different, but the tourist shoes on their feet were of the same brand and series.

Song Xiaoshuang in an azure flannel tracksuit suit. Walking dozens of meters behind Uncle Kong Kang Ding and Master Mu Jiangcuo.

Song Xiaoshuang was carrying a large backpack with a capacity of at least more than 50 liters on his back, carrying a large backpack far more than the backpacks on the backs of others, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and a pair of eyes stared at the gray and yellow ridgeline in the distance and walked unhurriedly, occasionally inserting a sentence or two to express his views on the sound of Yang Yifan and Anna on the side.

Yang Yifan and Anna wore light blue and light yellow casual sportswear jackets respectively, but with a body-shaping effect. Yang Yifan, who doesn't look very old, has a cow-like chest under the constraints of the backpack straps. Even if she is wrapped in sportswear fabric, with the ups and downs of her walking body swaying slightly, it is particularly eye-catching, and a youthful atmosphere is highlighted.

Zhuge Hanyu, Sima Yuru, and Liu Xiaoyang were in the back position, and all three of them were official members of the Heterogeneous Investigation Committee, and at this time Zhuge Hanyu showed the authority of a small collective leadership and the importance of the division of functions. All three of them wear the same flannel tracksuit, and with the backpack on their backs, at first glance it looks like three mountaineers on a long journey.

Zhuge Hanyu still prefers light purple, so the sportswear is light purple, while the sportswear on Sima Yuru and Liu Xiaoyang is off-white. Like Anna and Yang Yifan, the backpacks on the three of them only have a volume of more than 20 liters, and the backpacks look a little shriveled, and they don't have much stuff in them at all.

"There seem to be very few rock sheep here, which is the reason for the lack of food in the nearby valley......

"No, you should notice that the wingspan of those goshawks in the sky is close to two meters, and the smaller rock sheep will be taken away by the goshawks, and the rock sheep only temporarily migrated away, and you didn't notice that there are a lot of dry and hard sheep gada (sheep dung) nearby......"

Hearing the arguments between Yang Yifan and Anna on the side, Song Xiaoshuang didn't bother to care, such words seem extremely normal in a team of backpackers traveling far away, no one is omniscient and omnipotent, if you don't find some topics to chat, walking through the mountains and mountains will be extremely boring.

Song Xiaoshuang noticed that on the winding stretch of the packer road gravel road, in addition to the common yaks, dwarf pack horses, and donkey hoof prints, some off-road vehicle and motorcycle tire pattern traces can also be found, the traces look relatively new, it should be someone riding a cross-country motorcycle from the valley recently, and from the tire traces, at least several off-road motorcycles have been haunted on both sides of the packer road, Song Xiaoshuang is a little suspicious that the nearby border people are eyeing the nearby rock sheep herd.

Man is the most outstanding animal on the earth, at the top of the food chain, wild rock sheep sometimes become people's food, it is extremely normal, the border people will kill the rock sheep meat for their own use, rock sheep skin to the market for sale.

In the alpine mountains of the upper reaches of the Indus River, such behavior is beyond reproach, because the land is too barren, in addition to the desert mountains is the snow melt river turned into snow, every year for nearly half a year of snow time, the yaks and Tibetan sheep raised by the border people will more or less have a population loss, whenever the summer comes, hunting wild animals to supplement household expenses, it has become a helpless choice for the border people, the reality is always cruel and bloody, only by surviving can we talk about other development, animal protection or something, can only stand aside.

However, Song Xiaoshuang didn't want to say his thoughts, so he seemed a little silent, Yang Yifan and Anna's argument was just a simple discussion about the topic of rock sheep from the animal's own habits, and it was not in-depth to pass the time, both of them deliberately avoided discussing too heavy topics, this Song Xiaoshuang of course understood that Song Xiaoshuang did not think that he was the only one who noticed the traces of motorcycle patterns on the pack horse road.

Just as Yang Yifan and Anna were discussing the topic of rock sheep, a pack horse team approached from the distance of the pack horse road, which was different from the southwest border of Tibet. Yaks are rarely used as foot force on the pack horse road, and most of them are dwarf pack horses and donkeys that can carry heavy loads, and this pack horse team has more than a dozen people, more than 20 dwarf pack horses and donkeys, and small bells are hung around the necks of these large animals, and heavy sacks of burlap are carried on their backs. Along the way, the melodious sound of bells echoes in the valley, and people can notice it from afar.

The argument between Yang Yifan and Anna also stopped instantly, because this was the first time that the group had gone deep into India and encountered a real pack horse team, and the pack horse team naturally attracted everyone's attention.

When the pack horse team was about to stagger with Master Mu Jiangcuo and Uncle Kong Kang Ding, who were walking in front, walking beside the leading pack horse, a fierce Tibetan man in his forties with a slight plateau flush on his cheeks, wearing a cloth Tibetan robe and carrying a Tibetan silver short-waisted knife at his waist. When he saw Master Mu Gangcuo with a cane, a strange light flashed in his eyes, and after a slight whistle in his mouth, the whole pack horse team stopped.

The big man allowed the multi-colored pack horse, carrying two large sacks of linen, to wander to the green grass next to the pack horse road and eat the weeds, stood in place with his hands folded, and saluted to Master Mu Gangcuo and Kong Kang Ding with great respect, and shouted in a low voice in Tibetan: "Master." I'm Sanchi! ”

Master Mu Gangcuo and Uncle Kong Kang Ding beside him folded their hands together and returned the salute, and Master Mu Gangcuo had a pair of eyes full of wisdom. After sweeping over Sanchi and a few Tibetan men who were hurrying to salute (and a few Tibetan men guarding their pack horses and donkeys to prevent them from running too far and not coming), Guru Gyangcuo spoke in a calm tone in Tibetan with an Ali accent after performing the halten salute with his hands again.

"Sanji, you better return to the Dzi Temple with us. From there, cross the ridge and cross the border back to Ali, the pack horse road cannot be crossed for the time being. ”

Sanji and several sturdy Tibetan men came up, their faces full of suspicion, they did not doubt the authenticity of Master Mu Jiangcuo's words, the Sikh border police force. In the past, there were times when the border was blocked and not allowed to pass, but as the leader of the pack horse team, Sanji has been wandering the border area all year round and making a living from bartering.

The master has such a ability Sanji does not doubt it at all, although Sanji is the first time to see Uncle Kong Kang Ding, but his intuition reminds him that this is also a very strong cultivation master with a rough and strong ability, and he is very respectful, but there are always very few real cultivation masters in this world, and Sanji does not think that Zhuge Hanyu and his party, who are not very old and carry a backpack and a backpacker, are also cultivators with great ability, at most they are mountaineers.

Although Sanji did not find any signs of unsuitable altitude sickness from him (her), he clearly smelled the smell of sweat with different smells from the blowing mountain wind, and the obvious sweat on Song Xiaoshuang's forehead when he walked closer made Sanji identify his own inference, thinking that this was a backpacker team that was slightly stronger than ordinary backpackers, so the confusion about how Zhuge Hanyu and others passed the border line immediately appeared in the minds of Sanji and his companions, thinking that there must be some unknown inside story in this.

Master Mu Jiangcuo and Uncle Kong Kang Ding really didn't want Sanji to run in vain, so they reminded Sanji to turn back and take a detour.

The Sikh border police force is armed and guarding the mountain pass along the road through which the pack horse road must pass, and the trip will be delayed for at least two days (pack horses and donkeys carrying heavy loads on the rugged mountain road are not fast, and if they miss the lodging, they have to set up their own tents in the wasteland).

The Tianzhu Monastery mentioned by Master Mu Gangcuo is an ancient place name in the upper reaches of the Indus River, named after a thousand-year-old Tibetan Buddhist monastery.

Sanchi's packhorse team could cross the mountains and mountains from another packhorse road near the town of Tianzhu Monastery and cross the border to return to Ali in Tibet, although it would take some detours and a delay of at least two to three days, but because of the high altitude and harsh environment, very few people passed, and the Sikh border police force only patrolled the border from time to time, and did not build fixed border checkpoint bungalows.

For the doubts of several fierce Tibetan men led by Sanji, Master Mu Jiangcuo of course had a spectrum in his heart, and turned his head to look at Song Xiaoshuang, who was carrying a large backpack with beads of sweat on his forehead, and the master gently beckoned, Song Xiaoshuang understood in seconds, and walked forward with the backpack on his back and stood beside Master Mu Jiangcuo.

The eyes full of deep meaning on Master Mu Jiangcuo's face winked at Song Xiaoshuang gently, Song Xiaoshuang suddenly knew what the master was going to do himself, didn't he just prove that his group had the strength to pass the border, this was very easy to do, but Song Xiaoshuang felt that his performance was not the best to convince Sanji and the others, plus his own spoken Tibetan language was not much, and communication would delay time, Song Xiaoshuang's mind turned sharply, and he turned his head to look at Anna and Yang Yifan. The eyes signaled that one of the two people could just show their hands.

Anna glared at Song Xiaoshuang angrily, and secretly slandered Song Xiaoshuang in her heart that she was a troublemaker, and she couldn't do it by herself, but thinking about it, of course Anna couldn't ignore Song Xiaoshuang's thoughts, and walked forward slowly with her backpack on her back, looking at the sturdy Sanji whispering in a fluent Tibetan language with an Ali accent, and motioning for Sanji to untie the Tibetan silver short-waisted knife that he tied with a buckle to the waist of his Tibetan robe and hand it to her.

Anna's proficient Ali accent Tibetan language made Sanji a little ignorant, slightly stunned and then quickly came back to his senses, untied the sheathed Tibetan silver short waist knife hanging on the waist and handed it to Anna, Anna held the sheath of the Tibetan silver short waist knife inlaid with rubies in one hand, and gently pulled out the short waist knife with a blade of only a few inches with the other hand, and found that the blade of this waist knife was dull gray-white, because it was used for meat removal for a long time, and the knife body with carbon steel forged metal patterns was soaked in oil. A faint smell of mutton fat and butter spread from the blade as Anna drew it.

Sanji and a few of his companions widened their eyes to see what Anna, a foreign woman, wanted to do with the knife, and the next scene they were dumbfounded, almost in the blink of an eye, and the blade of the short-waisted knife that Anna was holding bent from the handle of the knife like soft noodles.

Sanji was wondering how Anna had bent his waist knife, and the bent blade bent back again, and then became straight, and then saw Anna put the short knife into the sheath, and handed it back to Sanji with both hands with the short waist knife, and Sanji took out the short knife and looked at it, and his face changed slightly, because the tiny serrated notch that he was familiar with when he looked closely at the blade of the short waist knife was gone, and the blade became extremely sharp, like a brand new short knife that he had just received from the knifesmith.

"Let's return to the Dzi Temple......"

Sanji hung the waist knife on the waist of his Tibetan robe, spoke quickly in Tibetan, and ordered the pack horse team to turn back, and several Tibetan big men beside him hurriedly put away the pack horses and donkeys, and after it was done in minutes, they turned around and went back and forth.

While Sanji was busy sorting out the pack horses, Master Mu Gangcuo didn't see Yang Yifan's sister paper holding a V-shaped victory gesture beside him, so he walked up to Sanji with a cane and asked in a low voice about the current situation of the town of Tianzhu Temple......

(To be continued.) )