In the afterglow of the setting sun, a group of nine-rider horsemen under the crotch of the northern Tibetan horse, stopped and rested on the ridge of more than 4,000 meters, several horses neighed in a low voice, and white gas erupted from their nostrils, in order to reach the destination before dark, these horses were tired enough.

Gesang, who was wearing a fur felt hat and a leather Tibetan robe on horseback, raised the whip in his hand and rushed to a canyon under the ridge, and whispered in a heroic tone: "See, the white building standing on the top of the gentle mountain on the flat dam of the river valley is the former palace of the Ladakh Kingdom, and the king of Ladakh came into contact with the Central Plains culture earlier than the Tibetan king of Tibet, and the history here is even longer!" ”

None of the people around him objected to Gesang's proudly spoken words, and they all looked at the small city of Leh in the ridge valley.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, in the center of a circle guarded by several gray and yellow ridges, there are not many green plants in Leh, which is semi-desertified, and the buildings on the streets are mostly composed of Tibetan four-corner bungalows that have not been planned and laid out.

The city is relatively dry, with the occasional car passing through the small neighborhood of Leh, and the dust raised by the car can be seen from afar, and the white palace of the king of Ladakh, which stands on a gentle hill in the corner of the city, reflects the holy golden light in the light and shadow of the setting sun.

Song Xiaoshuang held binoculars, fine-tuned the magnification of the telescope, carefully observed the streets of Leh full of Tibetan quadrangular bungalows, and reconnoitred whether there were fixed inspection sites of the Indian Border Police Force and the Indo-Tibetan Mountain Force in the urban area of Leh.

After some observations, Song Xiaoshuang believed that the intelligence sources obtained by the field reconnaissance and the mobilization of resources by the Heterogeneous Investigation Committee were consistent, and that this small city was far away from the Sino-Indian border, but it was found from the telescope lens that some patrolling Sikh border police units were patrolling the streets of Leh's small urban area, and did not appear at the temporary checkpoint encountered in the small town of Tianzhu Temple.

Leh is now a famous tourist city. Tourists from all over the world will stop at this small valley town where time is almost frozen, because the military must not make the atmosphere too tense, otherwise it will be a big loss.

Because Leh, which originally belonged to China for part of the history, is now actually under the jurisdiction of the Indian state of Kashmir, because of the intricate historical reasons, although the kingdom of Ladakh has disappeared, but the heritage is still there, Kashmir is actually in a highly autonomous power structure layout, and the Indian military and Kashmir are in a state of mutual war. For the sake of so-called "harmony", there will be no situation in which the military and the population are directly opposed, as in Assam and Punjab, to the point that the soil for anti-government guerrillas is born.

As a result, there is a very strange situation, although Leh is a small city close to the Sino-Indian border, but the tourism is very prosperous, but the atmosphere is not as dignified as Assam and Punjab, and does not restrict tourists too much. Only tourists have a small amount of money to apply for documents (a few pages of documents stamped with the big seal of Kashmir or the Indian Border Guard, mostly handled by travel agencies), and tourists from any country can go to Leh as long as they do not trespass on the military restricted area. The soldiers of the Sikh border police force are too lazy to bother with the large number of tourists.

Song Xiaoshuang, who already had a plan in his heart, didn't care about Gesang's suspicious gaze at all, quickly put away the binoculars and stuffed them sideways into the huge backpack on horseback, and then closed the backpack zipper. Turning his head and smiling at Gesang.

Song Xiaoshuang's smile revealed a strange meaning in Gesang's opinion, and Gesang was surprised, and immediately felt a little numb in his back.

Gesang is already an old fritter. Already knew that Song Xiaoshuang was reminding him not to make extraneous branches, under the coercion of Song Xiaoshuang's invisible release, Gesang barely squeezed out an ugly smile on his face, and used the cowhide rope in his hand to weave a horsewhip to support the fur felt hat on his head, and spoke a few words of Chinese Chinese that he was not very proficient in: "My northern Tibetan horse can only go to the mule and horse shop at the intersection of the mountain, and it will be very troublesome to enter the city......

Since yesterday afternoon in the town of Tianzhu Temple, Gesang learned that Song Xiaoshuang's Tibetan language level is very poor (Gesang does not know Song Xiaoshuang's name), the two rarely communicate directly in Tibetan, and noticed that Song Xiaoshuang clearly reminded him to pay attention to his words and deeds.

Kelsang is different from Sanji of the pack horse team, Sanji is still Chinese, of course, Chinese is a skill, while Kelsang is a native of Ladakh Tibetan, the difference between the two living environments is very obvious, Kelsang can barely speak some spoken Chinese, can only carry out uncomplicated language communication.

"Uncle Gesang, we will stay in Leh for a few days, we will return to the town of Tianzhu Temple, if you have nothing to do, you can wait for us at the mule and horse shop, the cost of the return trip is easy to say......"

Yang Yifan, who had a Loli face and a big breast, explained two sentences with a little frightened on Gesang's face, brushed the horsehair of the neck of the light gray Tibetan horse under him, and after the horse felt comfortable and neighed twice, he said a few words in Chinese unhurriedly, saying that he would not let Gesang run back to Tianzhu Temple Town, and the people around him would return to Tianzhu Temple Town the same way after finishing their work.

Yang Yifan's Chinese pronunciation was extremely clear, Gesang of course understood, and couldn't help but light up, and involuntarily nodded slightly, indicating that he would do what Yang Yifan said.

Gesang's expression was of course noticed by Song Xiaoshuang, Anna, Zhuge Hanyu and others on the horseback beside him, Anna's arm holding the reins of the horse was lightly raised, her legs clamped the horse's belly hard, and she took the lead in riding a horse from the pack horse road on the ridge to the mule and horse shop in the valley and trotted away.

In succession of crisp shouts, the remaining eight Tibetan horses, standing in the clearing next to the ridge pack horse road, followed Anna by the envoy of the rider on horseback, and the sound of horses' hooves descended from the dust of the ridge.

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At the beginning of the twilight, in the corner of the small Leh block in the city, the courtyard of a Tibetan hostel that receives tourists from afar welcomes a group of eight backpackers with backpacks.

Wearing a leather Tibetan robe, wearing an exaggerated two-foot-wide ear-covering fur felt hat, the brim of the hat is high on the forehead, inlaid with Tibetan silver and jewelry of different colors, a whole row of Tibetan silver ornaments are hung on the chest, and the red coral bracelets on both hands and wrists show a graceful and luxurious atmosphere. The proprietress with a proper Tibetan face lit up and walked out from behind the counter in the hall of the hostel.

The proprietress looked at Anna, Yang Yifan and others who had stepped into the door of the hostel, and bent down slightly after bowing with their hands together (Leh is a prosperous area of Tibetan Buddhism, and many Tibetan Buddhist sects have declined after the prosperity of Leh, and now the main prosperity is a number of monasteries of the Gelug sect, and most of the Tibetan residents are believers of the Gelug sect), and found that this line of backpackers also performed double ten and ten salutes, and the two old men walking behind were clearly practitioners of a certain sect, and the detached bearing when the double ten was ten and ten was rarely seen by her.

The proprietress smiled slightly, and looked at Anna who had stopped standing in the hall in a low and soft voice. Speaking quickly in proficient English, he said: "Welcome, welcome, our hostel is a time-honored brand in Leh, our ancestors used to be the head of the royal palace of the Ladakh Kingdom, living in our hostel, it is easy to visit the White Palace!" ”

Anna didn't care at all about the hostess's self-acquainted boasting about the history of the hostel, and according to the information she knew in advance, the ancestor of the innkeeper was indeed related to the royal palace of the kingdom of Ladakh. It's just that he is not the head of the royal palace who holds great power, but the great translator of the kingdom of Ladakh, who is responsible for translating some scriptures engraved in Sanskrit or ancient Zhangzhung scripts into Tibetan. It enjoys a high position among the practitioners of the ascetic sect around Leh.

In order to find out the situation of the White Palace as soon as possible, it is good to get the set of scriptures that are secretly written in a road book, and this inn where the ancestors used to be great translators is a must-visit place in the plan.

The reason for using this hostel as a breakthrough of sorts is that the innkeeper is a rare genius translator in Leh. This person is extremely low-key, and it is reported that he is a person with strong abilities, and there have been two great translators in several generations. Certainly extraordinary!

Translators in the vast regions of the Himalayas and the Karakoram Mountains also pay attention to some form of inheritance, and people who are not excellent in understanding and mind cannot become translators.

The scriptures are different from simple foreign language translation into Chinese, modern translators must be proficient in Hindi, Sanskrit, ancient elephant hung, Urdu, Nepali and other related languages and texts, of which Sanskrit is a kind of ancient Hindi secret language, the two have a direct connection but not a language, the relationship between ancient elephant and Tibetan is similar to Sanskrit to Hindi, the reason why translators are respected is because it is extremely difficult to become an outstanding translator.

The intelligence clues collected through many channels showed that the owner of this inn was not only the great translator, but most likely, he knew the exact location of the numerous scripture and text storage rooms hidden in the White Palace, and even mastered the skills to enter the secret storage room.

Trying to communicate with this translator to the best of his ability, intending to go deep into the storeroom of the secret scriptures, was the next thing that had to be done as soon as possible.

Because the people sent by the major power organizations in the world have been gathered in the area near Leh, the situation is not optimistic, and the urgency and pressure to complete the task are increasing, but if you want to take a key step and live in this Tibetan bungalow hostel, there is a proper reason to contact the great translator, his public identity is a tour guide specially hired by a travel agency in Leh, the White Palace and several nearby Buddhist monasteries are part of his tour guide attractions, and the words of the proprietress habitually soliciting business appear in the intelligence report, After gradual analysis and comparison by the intelligence analysis team of the headquarters of the Heterogeneous Investigation Committee, the resources of the entire country are focused on the investigation of the snow-capped mountains in the entire plateau fulcrum area.

The proprietress would never have thought that the words she felt were a little show-off, just enough for Zhuge Hanyu and the others to carry out the next step of the layout!

Hearing the proprietress say the expected words, Anna's bright silver eyes on her pretty face blinked slightly, her eyes swept over the body of the proprietress who was wearing a somewhat exaggerated and gorgeous atmosphere, and said disapprovingly in pure Tibetan: "In this way, we just want to visit the White Palace tomorrow, boss, do you have a way?" ”

The proprietress looked at the black and thin Master Mu Jiangcuo and the fat Uncle Kong Kang Ding, sitting on the rattan chair to welcome the guests, thinking about the reason why the two masters came to Leh, after hearing Anna's proficient Tibetan words, the proprietress was stunned, and immediately reacted, and said quickly in Tibetan: "Dorjee is a licensed tour guide of the travel agency, well, Dorjee is the owner of our hostel, is the father of my three children, in the afternoon he took the tour group to visit the monastery of the Living Buddha of Jiangzan, and should be back soon. In this way, tomorrow Dorjee will take you to visit the White Palace, and you can also go to the temple, and the tour guide fee will be discounted by 20......"

Anna quickly took out her passport from her pocket and put it on the counter, and Yang Yifan, Song Xiaoshuang, Zhuge Hanyu, Sima Yuru, and Liu Xiaoyang around her took out their passports and put them on the counter.

"There is no problem with the passport, just do it, please register, choose a few better rooms, the two masters are just walking with us, it seems that they will not go to the White Palace!"

The proprietress noticed that these passports were all official passports, and when she registered at a speed, she suddenly remembered that she had forgotten something, and as soon as she looked up and looked at the two masters who were already sitting on the rattan chairs, she noticed that Anna put her arm on the counter, and she looked like she had suddenly realized, and said a few words in Tibetan with some disdain.

When Anna saw through her thoughts, the proprietress looked stupid and refused to ask the two masters for identification documents to register their stay at the hostel.

Of course, she knew that many of the masters of these sects had no identity documents, so she had to draw two small circles with a pen on the side of the thin page of the accommodation registration sheet, which was used to prepare the city authorities to check the time to deal with things, the small circles were the symbols of the old masters of the sect, and when those staff checked the registration book, they knew at a glance that the hostel had been accommodated by a certain sect of practice masters on a certain year, month, and day.

For the cultivators of various sects and the staff of the municipal authorities, in fact, they cannot strictly follow the requirements of tourist registration, and any master moves his fingers, and the lives of the staff members may be lost, and no one will be stupid and unable to live with their own lives.

This is not alarmism, the Himalayas are in the south and north of the mountains, and on the Kashmir Plateau on the west side of the Karakoram Mountains, there are a large number of spiritual sects, and the temperamental masters who anger them can only ask for more blessings for themselves, and not every practitioner with great power is low-key and modest.

After a simple registration, the proprietress personally led Anna and her party to stay in several elegantly furnished rooms, and instructed the chef of the inn to cook carefully according to everyone's requirements and make a big meal......

(To be continued.) )