"It can't be less, the Buddha can't help but let people eat, one price, this number ......"

In a white earthen walled courtyard in the town of Tianzhu Temple, a sturdy middle-aged Tibetan man wearing a leather Tibetan robe lined with a white stand-up collar shirt, with a plateau blush on his cheeks, stood in the courtyard with a pair of brown leather shoes on his feet, squinted at the sun on the sky, pulled the red coral bracelet on his right wrist a little stupidly, raised his arm and fingers a few times, looked at the two beautiful women standing two meters away, one big and one small, and said a few words in Tibetan in a helpless whisper.

This Tibetan man really didn't expect that the foreign woman who came to rent a Tibetan horse was actually proficient in the advantages and disadvantages of Tibetan horses, not only a smooth Tibetan language, but also dared to bargain fiercely, even if he rode a Tibetan horse from the town of Tianzhu Temple to Leh (mainly a Tibetan horse, specially used for riding by the plateau people, and the dwarf pack horse with a load is not a breed), it would take two whole days, and the price was too low to have oil and water.

From the town of Tianzhu Temple to Leh, most places along the way are not open to highways, only a few ancient packhorse roads formed for thousands of years, the Tibetan Han is taking advantage of the opportunity of the prosperity of packhorse road tourism, opened a convenient hotel, raising more than 10 horses in northern Tibet, providing passengers in and out of the Sino-Indian border to ride, of course, when renting horses, he must also be hired, in addition to taking care of his horses, he can also be used as a guide or something.

But many backpackers who come and go to the pack horse road are traveling on foot, only a small number of people in a hurry will make up their minds to rent his Tibetan horse as a foot force, every year there is half a year of heavy snow to cover the mountain, hotels and outsiders who rent Tibetan horses are not every day, business is sometimes good and bad, for the two women's price reduction man is a little frightened, forced to quote the reserve price, no business will be directly yellow.

Noticing that the Tibetan man was a little painful and quoted the lowest price he could accept, Yang Yifan, who was carrying a backpack, pulled the arm sleeve of Annie next to him. The two women made eye contact quickly, and decided to negotiate the deal, only his mule and horse shop in the town of Tianzhu Temple can provide a sufficient number of horses from northern Tibet, and if you don't rent horses, you can only cross another town close to the road in the Indus Valley to ride to Leh, that road is a war-ready highway, not to mention the long detour, and there are many checkpoints of the Indian Border Police Force, which is easy to have problems. Riding to Leh was the best policy.

"Eight Tibetan horses, ready to go right away, we'll give you an extra 10,000 Indian rupees! We're waiting at the inn shop. ”

Anna looked at the Tibetan man in the sun's rays with a look of hope. After whispering a few words in Tibetan, he took out a roll of Indian rupee notes from one of his trouser pockets and shook it in his hand.

The Tibetan man looked happy, he didn't expect this foreign woman with a high nose bridge and bright silver eyes to be so generous, 10,000 rupees will cost hundreds of yuan no matter how you say it, this is a small amount of money.

Anna handed a roll of rupees of different sizes and denominations in her hand directly to the Tibetan man, turned around and walked towards the gate of the compound, Yang Yifan sister paper followed, the reserve price of renting a Tibetan horse The two of them had already asked Sanji, the leader of the pack horse team, that the money for renting a Tibetan horse was the low price plus 10,000 rupees. The people on the plateau seem simple, and since the money has been given, of course they will prepare the Tibetan horses soon, which Anna and Yang Yifan are very relieved about.

Ten minutes later, the innkeeper Gesang, who put on a fur felt hat and riding boots. Riding on a jujube red northern Tibetan horse nearly two meters high (the northern Tibetan horse is not comparable to the Mongolian horse, the size is much shorter), the whip in his hand is lightly raised, the mouth is whispering, and the eight horses behind him are matched to the saddle. The sound of horses' hooves lightly stepping on the ground "clang" sounded, and they walked slowly on the dry and hard gravel and mud soil of Tianzhu Temple Town.

A couple of seventeen or eighteen-year-old Tibetan boys, dressed in trendy Tibetan robes, were tuning the engines of several mountain motocross bikes outside a bungalow. I noticed that Uncle Gesang rode by, and eagerly greeted Uncle Gesang, knowing that Uncle Gesang had business coming to the door again, but after Gesang's Tibetan horses trotted over, the Tibetan boys with oily hands forgot about Gesang in a blink of an eye.

Sanji of the pack horse team only stopped in the town of Tianzhu Temple for half an hour, and after reminding the Tibetan boss and his wife who opened the post station to treat Master Mu Jiangcuo and his party well, he took his pack horse team from the turnout of the pack horse road on the right side of the town of Tianzhu Temple, preparing to make a detour over the Ladakh mountain range and cross the Sino-Indian border back to Ali.

With the reminder of the old fritter Sanji, the Tibetan boss of the post station in his fifties wearing civilian clothes and big belly, in addition to being very courteous to Master Mu Jiangcuo and Kong Kang Ding Old Man, also piled up a smile on Zhuge Hanyu, Song Xiaoshuang, Anna and others, according to the customs of Tibetan eating habits, and the etiquette of treating guests, tsamba, butter tea, barley wine, air-dried beef and mutton, etc., and the courtesy is enough.

When Gesang rode a jujube red horse to the post station and dismounted, he found that the group of people who came out of the courtyard of the Tibetan-style four-corner bungalow of the post station were wearing a white gauze scarf around their necks, which was not strange to Gesang.

What made him feel a little surprised was that he saw Master Mu Jiangcuo wearing a light white cloth Tibetan robe and a cane, and Uncle Kong Kang Ding, who was fat and wearing striped linen clothes and looked like an old child, Anna and Yang Yifan had not mentioned it beforehand, these two masters would also ride to Leh on horseback, Gesang just judged based on previous experience, Anna and his party should be several male and female backpackers of the same age, and they did not expect that there would be cultivators from the sect accompanying them.

Gesang still doesn't know the names of Anna and Yang Yifan, who rented the horses, because they didn't say it themselves, and Gesang didn't ask, so naturally they didn't know the names of Master Mu Jiangcuo and Uncle Kong Kang Ding.

As the owner of the inn and mule and horse shop in the town where the ancient pack horse road passes, Gesang's eyesight is excellent, and anyone has seen it, and the unique temperament of a master of cultivation in the black and thin Master Mu Jiangcuo and the fat Uncle Kong Kang Ding is not wrong.

Except for the monks and practitioners of Tibetan Buddhism, who can give people a clear and intuitive impression, other Hindu, Jain, Sikh and primitive Bon practitioners are mostly worn by ordinary people, many practitioners advocate a quiet practice method close to nature, and there is not even a little accessory on their bodies to show the identity of the practice sect, it is difficult for non-insiders to distinguish the practitioners of each sect, and Master Mu Gangcuo does not have any accessories on his body, just a cloth Tibetan robe. Gesang's brain can be called flexible, although he doesn't know what kind of sect the other party is for the time being, why not use the universal etiquette of the folded hands ceremony.

After Master Mu Jiangcuo and Uncle Kong Kang Ding bowed to Gesang with their hands folded, the two masters walked up to the two quiet horses from northern Tibet, held the reins in one hand, and the mille-feuille shoes on their feet stepped on the saddle pedals, and their bodies were lightly turned on the back of the horse and sat on the saddle.

Behind the two masters sitting on the horses, Anna and Yang Yifan walked to the horses with two small backpacks. Tie the backpack you are carrying with the leather saddle strap and buckle on the side of the saddle, and use the brisk riding of Master Mu Gangcuo and Uncle Kong Kang Ding, who do not block the horse.

After the speed was done, the two women did the same with the backpacks on their backs, tied them to the side of the saddle of the other two horses, turned over and waited for Zhuge Hanyu, Sima Yuru, and Liu Xiaoyang to tie their respective backpacks to the side of the saddle.

When Song Xiaoshuang, who had a white hada around his neck, was the last to leave the post station, carrying a backpack that was dozens of liters bulging in one hand, he was still holding a large piece of steamed lamb leg meat in sauce in his other hand, stuffing it in his mouth and chewing vigorously, Anna only glared at Song Xiaoshuang fiercely. Signaled Song Xiaoshuang to pay attention to the image.

Song Xiaoshuang just replied with a sneer, biting the piece of bone-sized sauce lamb leg meat with his mouth, and quickly tied the large backpack with a small half person height horizontally and tied it to the back of the saddle with a saddle belt and buckle on the back of the saddle (because the saddle had been separated by a soft velvet blanket on the horse's back before the saddle was on the horse's back). It is used to protect the muscles on both sides of the horse's back and belly, and the backpack does not directly touch the horse's back with a mane, so you don't have to worry about the horse being injured due to the weight on the back when running), and gently patted the horse's belly. Sitting on the saddle with a sturdy body, holding the reins of the horse with one hand and gently shaking the gray Tibetan horse under the crotch of the imperial envoy, the horse stepped forward, and with the other hand took off the sauce lamb leg meat that was bitten in the mouth. Mouthful of spittle, he nibbled on the leg of mutton, followed Sima Yuru's horse, and passed through the small town of Tianzhu Temple, which was dotted with Tibetan-style four-corner bungalows.

A group of nine people rode a horse from northern Tibet, along the gravel road of the ancient pack horse road from the town of Tianzhu Temple, just left the town, everyone quickly put away the white hada on the neck, a group of nine horsemen along the winding pack horse road away from the dust, disappeared at the end of the pack horse road on the side of the gray and yellow tall ridge.

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After the sun sets, Zhuge Hanyu, Song Xiaoshuang and their entourage stayed in a small village of Pingba with only a few Tibetan households, near a bend of the Indus River, although the altitude is already less than 4,000 meters, but the natural environment can not even catch up with the area near the town of Tianzhu Temple, surrounded by stone mountains There is very little land that can be reclaimed, and the village cannot develop at all.

But in such a small Tibetan village, there is also a Tibetan Buddhist monastery that looks a little dilapidated with only one monk left, and the monastery is guarded by a Nyingma master wearing a high red hat.

The lama is a humble person, can be used by travelers to stay in the monastery without charging a little fee, when the packhorse team passes through the small village, more or less will give the lama can use the daily necessities, but the lama does not care too much about this, because he is a famous Tibetan doctor in the vicinity, long walk to serve the Tibetans in the surrounding mountains, the packer team may not always see the lama in the monastery, the person who stays in the monastery only needs to open the unlocked monastery gate by himself, find the former monk's living room to rest, Of course, the sleeper must also consciously restrain his behavior and not break the rules.

Gesang told everyone that this Nyingma master must be a master in the world, and that when he was a companion in the pack horse team more than 20 years ago, the Guru looked like he was seventy or eighty years old, and when he passed by half a month ago, he was fortunate enough to see the Guru, and felt that the Guru's appearance was still the same as that of more than 20 years ago, and there was no change at all.

Everyone was staying in the monastery, and the Nyingma master who was guarding the monastery happened to be in the monastery, and the lama seemed to be somewhat enthusiastic about the arrival of Master Mu Gangcuo and Uncle Kong Kang Ding, and he didn't care about the activities of the others in the monastery, but just asked the two of them to go to his practice room to discuss their spiritual insights.

At three o'clock in the morning, under the dark night, several ghostly figures climbed out of the courtyard wall on the inner side of the temple in a light posture, and their bodies ran rapidly, heading towards the top of the slow mountain on the side of the temple.

A few minutes later, the figures had reached the top of the mountain covered with boulders with sparse weeds and low shrubs, and after one of them waved his hand lightly and made a vigilant gesture, several people around them quickly disappeared nearby.

After noticing that several people around him were scattered to observe the movements around him, the person who waved his hand just now untied a backpack on his back, took out a suitcase like a notebook from it, gently placed it on a stone on one side, pulled out a one-foot-long antenna from one side of the suitcase, adjusted the angle of the antenna, and pressed a button on one side of the suitcase. An LCD screen is lit up on the inside of the upper cover, and through the mapping of the screen's low-brightness light, it can be found that it is Zhuge Hanyu who operates this device, which is a handheld satellite ground station device with a clever design, which can share intelligence with the personnel left behind at the 101 supply base through satellites.

This contact to the top of the mountain was part of the normal plan, Zhuge Hanyu was responsible for exchanging information with the remaining personnel of the supply base, while Song Xiaoshuang, Anna, and Sima Yuru were responsible for guarding and paying attention to the surrounding movements......

Zhuge Hanyu operated the fingers of both hands on the keyboard of the handheld satellite ground station equipment, after many password checks, the LCD screen showed a progress bar dialog box that was linking data, the progress bar disappeared after scrolling for a few seconds, and a multi-select dialog box appeared on the LCD screen, Zhuge Hanyu clicked twice on the keyboard, and selected an option for ultra-long-distance video call, and after a few seconds, Major Zhao Yimin, who had a resolute face with the rank of major on the collar badge, appeared in the window of the video call.

After seeing Major Zhao Yimin's real-time video image, Zhuge Hanyu took out a small headset with a wire from the corner of the keyboard, stuffed it into the ear canal of his ear, pressed the call button, looked at Major Zhao Yimin in the video window, and said calmly: "Major Zhao, are there any abnormal movements of the border police force in northern India and the Indo-Tibetan mountain troops?" We will be in Leh soon! ”

(To be continued.) )