It is difficult to describe the magnificence and beauty of the uninhabited area of Ajin Mountain in words, and the endless mountains are like the backbone of the earth. Those who walk in the valley can only admire the greatness of nature and the insignificance of human beings. As the altitude rose rapidly, the Uyghur guys in front of them reported on the platform that they needed to stop to get medical oxygen cylinders.

The fat man used the platform to inform the stop and rest. Pickup truck down 4 people, the lead lad may be at high altitude for a long time, black red face, chapped lips. Noticeably somewhat restless. The other three are all middle-aged people who have been working in the field for a long time, and they don't see anything unusual. Zhang Gong and Kristin used to discuss something with them.

The fat man beckoned to the car in front of him to get the oxygen cylinder on the roof of the car, and went to check the portable oxygen use near the rear Kristin seat.

While several people were still discussing in front of the car, Su Wen arranged to supplement food, water, and anti-anti-hyperreflex drugs. The two Uyghur guys obviously had no experience in the plateau, and they bought a lot of packaged food, and the air pressure decreased, bursting a lot, and the trunk was in a mess.

Seeing that it was almost cleaned up, the fat man beckoned everyone to gather at the back of the car.

"There seems to be some contradiction with the herders in front, wait a minute, if there is any emergency, you two will protect Kristin from the crowd as soon as possible, the farther away the better. We're going to cut you off," said the fat man, giving each of them a stick. "Hide in your sleeve, just in case. ”

The fat man took out a few vests like a trick and said, "Stab-proof suits, daggers can't pierce in." ”

Su Wen knew that the fat man was a super military fan, but he didn't expect the fat man to collect such a magical object.

"I'll rub it, are you a heart guard?" Su Wenle looked at the vest that only covered half of the fat man's belly.

"This workmanship, this color number, are you sure it's not 9.9 free shipping?" Su Wen looked at the thin cloth vest in his hand, he couldn't tell whether it was orange or orange, and the wild and unrestrained stitches were crooked, pulling a few reflective tapes. If it's not a little weighty, I definitely don't believe this thing is a stab-proof suit.

My family doesn't pull their hind legs, and it's at least easy to distinguish when wearing this thing. Everyone put on their vests with suspicion. The fat man didn't feel embarrassed, and when Kristin came over after the conversation, the fat man immediately rushed up and sold two pieces. Six guys in low-quality traffic vests were lying on the rutted road in no man's land, instantly lowering their frames. It's not a size, Kristin looks like a coat, and Fat looks like a sports bra.

As the altitude gets higher and higher, the air gets moister, and the dots of green slowly become fast. In the evening, the pickup turned out of a mountain col, and a large area of green came to its face, and the valley in front of it looked like a wide riverbed. The glowing puddles and lush grass seem to have traveled to another world. Even Kristin, whose lips were blue from being tortured by Gao Ying, insisted on opening the car window and exclaiming: "It's so beautiful!!" Just about to flip the camera to take a picture, Zhang Gong exclaimed excitedly: "We have arrived." ”

The site is on a hillside deeper in the river valley. Standing on the hillside, you can see the endless green, and the snow-capped mountains in the distance are majestic and vast. Antelopes and yellow sheep and some unknown animals graze leisurely.

"Wow, it's like the Masai Mara National Park in Kenya, no, no, no, it's more beautiful, it's more ...... Oops, how to describe it. Kristin suddenly became excited.

"Magnificent! There are towering snow-capped mountains, there is a high-spirited and vigorous life, this is not a forbidden area for 5,000-meter life, this is a miracle of life!" Zhang Gong replied.

The fat man and Su Wen glanced at each other----- is this still the sloppy and obscene middle-aged greasy man."

"Yes, yes, it's magnificent. Kristin pulled out a Nikon SLR and snapped wildly.

The scene that Su Wen and the fat man expected of a group of people wearing Mongolian costumes, riding horses and carrying knives, shouting and galloping, and confronting a group of weak scholars like fierce gods did not appear. Several simple container houses in front are the location of the project, and a red flag is planted in the open space in the middle. Two pickup trucks and a dump truck with wheels taller than a human are parked next to it. Two large eight-wheeled trucks with colorful prayer flags and decorations were parked opposite, and people in military coats sat together in twos and threes chatting and farting. Su Wen and the fat man looked at each other, the style of painting was wrong, what about the contradiction of demolition and relocation, and the ethnic conflict? Except for the Mani pile and the wind horse flag near the cliff, there were no buildings at all in the past.

The pickup truck had already driven into the camp, and from a distance, he saw that the restless young man was already in good spirits and smiling and greeting people. The back box of the pickup truck was opened, and everyone threw flour, rice, various snakeskin bags, and boxes of dried noodles down. The feelings of this young man are given to support, no wonder he is in such a hurry, I'm afraid that he will be interrupted.

After parking the car, Zhang Gong beckoned Kristin and the others into a simple house. Everyone sat around the fire. Su Wen was able to distinguish between the enemy and the enemy's camp, and all the people who helped move things just now were from the enemy camp. In addition to the 5 members of the project team, there is only 1 person left behind.

The two people on the other side looked at the neat traffic police shape here, and actually found out the driver's license and vehicle registration certificate. It was not a solution for everyone to make a fuss, and in the end a few people were left in the house to talk, and everyone else went out to smoke and chat. The fat man figured out the pack of cigarettes and quickly figured out the ins and outs of the matter.

It is a Mongolian ethnic group that believes in the Yellow Religion, scattered in several places from southeastern Xinjiang, western Qinghai to northern Tibet. Before the liberation, they lived a nomadic life, and after the liberation, they slowly settled down. They have passed down a legend from generation to generation:

Their ancestors were forced to migrate in the face of war, and when they were desperate, they moved the Buddha with their piety. The Buddha manifested himself and turned the desert beneath their feet into a rich pasture flowing with honey. Some people were not grateful and made offends to the Buddha, who had the virtue of a good life, let them move the cattle and horses they brought with them, and the herdsmen returned every year with offerings to repent and pray for the Buddha's forgiveness and blessings.

The mountain next to it is a sacred mountain, and the Mani pile and the wind horse flag below the cliff are the places where they pray for blessings and sacrifices. There will be no demolition fee, and there will be no way to divide the money. The first group of people I met was not the current group, and the first batch of people had already gone back after finishing their errands. These two truckloads of people have just arrived, mainly because each place is far away and there are differences in customs, and people will come one after another. They will never let you open a mine and set off cannons to disturb the gods, and at the same time, everyone is a civilized person and will not fight with you, and they plan to bring a cart of old men and old ladies to set up tents with you.

The fat man and Su Wen looked at each other, crying and laughing.

"There is nothing else around here, the mountain is endless, countless, all kinds of shapes, all sizes, everything, only you can't think of it, there is nothing he doesn't have. Who do you worship gods and miners have to squeeze into an inconspicuous hill? No wonder the government doesn't let them talk about it themselves. If you don't do anything, you go to a no-man's land for thousands of miles to dig up people's old graves, who can bear this. There are tens of thousands of descendants of key families. "Fat Manle's fat is trembling.

A picture appeared in Su Wen's head: "The demolition team Vs is an old man and an old lady sitting on the ground in national costumes, basking in the sun, shaking the prayer wheel. "If this is taken by Western bad actors, I am afraid that I will win the Pulitzer Prize.

The two Uyghur guys also figured out the ins and outs of the matter, shook their heads and sighed, exchanged glances with Su Wen and the fat man, made a helpless posture and got into the car to sleep, it seemed that Gao Zheng tortured the two guys enough. Su Wen looked at the negotiation hut and knew that there was no result in this matter, so he was going to make up for sleep first and then find a place to set up a tent. The fat man ran to the kitchen to help in high spirits, and when he saw the unloading of food just now, the fat man couldn't hold it back.

Su Wen was a little high and couldn't sleep because of a headache, thinking about looking nearby to find a place to camp. An old camp always had all sorts of rubbish that was difficult to sweep and not quite suitable for Kristin.

As soon as he drove out a few hundred meters, he suddenly heard a "buzzing" sound of jade pendant in his chest. Hurriedly braked and took out the jade pendant, the original dark green jade pendant turned into emerald green, crystal clear and exuding a restrained light. The jade pendant no longer trembled, just floating quietly in the palm of his hand, like a weightless leaf. After a while, Su Wen was expressionless, let go of the brake and stepped on the accelerator, I don't know how long I drove, and suddenly braked suddenly. Awakened by the screams of the car's ABS and ESP systems, Su Wen found himself on the other side of the hill.

Here you can see the whole view of the hill. In front of it is a white hill with a square pyramid-like bare arc top, more than 300 meters high and more than 1,000 meters wide. It was right in the middle of the entrance to the canyon where I came. A wide seasonal riverbed flows into the valley from both sides, bypassing the hills. Turning around, there is an endless mountain grassland, and in the distance a huge plateau lake is set in the green area like a sapphire. The skyline further away is a continuous snow-capped mountain, and judging by the scale and orientation, it is probably the Chinese holy land with countless legends - Kunlun Mountain.

Suwen's foothold is the very center of a flat-topped circular platform. The jade pendant no longer glowed, and the color returned to normal, but the patterns that were usually unclear were clearly presented in front of Su Wen's eyes in an incomprehensible way.

Su Wen suddenly found himself like an uncontrolled puppet, and he arrived here unconsciously. Cold sweat was all over the forehead and back, and no one was not afraid of the feeling of losing control.

"Damn, is it a hallucination or schizophrenia, what the is wrong with me!!" Su Wen got out of the car and knelt on the grass, clasped his palms between his temples and roared in a low voice.

After a while, Su Wen's eyes flashed with a little light, "Okay, okay." Hold on! No problem, no problem, it's altitude sickness. Su Wen stood up with a mutter, identified the direction and drove the car back to the camp, the two places were less than 2KM apart, and found another strange thing on the road----- when he came, he drove two straight ruts in the open grassland.

Su Wen determined that the abnormality was caused by altitude sickness. The lack of oxygen causes the brain to fragment, causing hallucinations. I decided to take oxygen first, stop talking for a while, and don't think about things.

After inhaling oxygen, my head doesn't hurt anymore, and my physical strength is quite abundant. Just more than 30 meters upwind of the camp, I found a flat land and set up a plateau tent of 20 square meters, one bedroom and one living room with a bathroom. The car was parked next to the tent,

Plug the rooftop medical oxygen cylinder and mineral water bucket into the tent. Take the solar panels prepared on the mine and connect them to the electricity and water heater. Lay bedding, put a few chairs in the living room, and moved two spare tires and put them in an equipment box to make a table. A little further away was a camping toilet with a simple toilet. Four climbing single tents were set up near the main tent. Presumably the manual labor diverted the attention and the strange feeling disappeared.

Everyone in the team, except for the fat man, was plagued by altitude sickness, and Kristin had a splitting headache and blue lips, and decided to have dinner first and talk about it tomorrow. The fat chef made a sumptuous dinner, the Mongolian friends lit the bonfire, and the two groups of people who had been tense a few minutes ago turned their rivalry into jade silk in the blink of an eye, sitting together to eat and drink, chat, and have a good time.

After dinner, Kristin began to be unable to support it, and the fat man instantly changed to a personal escort, serving tea, pouring water, oxygen, and medicine, and even moving his sleeping bag to the hall at any time. The two Uyghur boys collapsed in the tent with their faces blushing and inhaling oxygen like dying fish.

Su Wen sat on the roof of the car very much and watched in amazement as the Mongolian brothers took out the plateau tents, moisture-proof mats, and sleeping bags. I can't wait to go over and tell them, "What about the yurt that you said you said? You are Mongolians, you should sleep in a yurt!"

No danger passed overnight. By the morning, Kristin was able to work, except for a little weakness. It's just that he needs to hang an oxygen mask, and the fat man follows behind and carries an oxygen concentrator. The two Uyghur guys also recovered a little, and Su Wen took another oxygen concentrator and connected two masks for them to use, and the two buddies were sticky together for a whole day.

The other party hopes that more people will come and discuss it later.

Kristin followed the example of Su Wen, jumped on the soft duffel bag on the roof rack of the off-road vehicle, and lay down on oxygen. The fat man swayed and wanted to climb up, but was kicked down by Su Wen. "Don't you weigh yourself and don't count B, do you want to collapse the roof of the car!" the fat man could only move a folding chair and sit in the sun sadly.