At noon, two more large eight-wheeled trucks came, and the trucks were still in the shape of Tibetan scriptures, and the bodies were full of people and belongings.

"Why did they come here as if they were rushing to the market? Don't you need a pass to enter the reserve?" asked the fat man.

"How come they can't get lost?" Kristin asked.

"They are herdsmen, this is where they live, of course they are familiar with every plant and tree here," the fat man replied earnestly.

"Why don't they get altitude sickness?" Kristin asked.

"Yes, they will, they have lived on the plateau for generations, and their bodies have adapted, and another reason is that they have no choice but to endure. "The fat man has led several tour groups and is familiar with these answers.

"What do they eat in no man's land?" Kristin is roughly inclined towards animal protection.

"Naan! Like us, it has enough calories, it is easy to carry, and it will not be bad," the fat man replied, almost blurting out.

Su Wen's question was ignored by the answering machine! I had to jump out of the car and run to see the herdsmen's sacrificial rituals. In the past, they helped unload the truck, but now young people from ethnic minorities can speak Chinese, and it is easy for people to get acquainted with each other when they work together. He ran to the mountain beam to help people erect Mani poles, and watched people hang up the wind and horse flags; Then look at the Ao Bao and Mani Piles, which are decorated with pine and cypress branches and flowers.

At this time, some people began to arrange food and sacrificial supplies, and set up wooden frames to prepare for the bonfire. After a while, there is a Mani pole full of colorful prayer flags on the mountain beam, and the wind and horse flags flutter in the wind, beautiful and solemn.

Su Wen helped a kind-looking middle-aged man carry the felt, and asked by the way: "It's so lively today! You have Ao Bao and Mani Pile here, do you want to turn the mountain or sacrifice?"

"Quite knowledgeable, young man. You have a blessed eye today, go to the mountain first. When we come back, there are traditional shaman sacrifice ceremonies, Mongolian and Tibetan customs, and we are Mongolians who believe in the Yellow Religion. The middle-aged man said with a smile.

"I'm just watching the excitement from afar, so I won't disturb you, right?" Su Wen replied politely.

"No, no, no, hey. Lad, you stop, out of breath. "At an altitude of 5,000 meters, it's easy to get tired and short of breath when you do anything. The middle-aged man stopped and unbuttoned his coat. Su Wen also unbuttoned his windbreaker. The two of them looked at each other and were stunned.

"Where did you get this jade pendant?" the middle-aged man put down the felt roll and pointed to Su Wen's chest.

"Where did you come from?" Su Wen also pointed at the middle-aged man's chest in surprise.

Although the two jade pendants are different in size and shape, they are obviously the same thing.

The middle-aged man pointed to the felt roll, and the two sat down.

"Do you feel something abnormal, too?" the middle-aged man asked cautiously.

"yes, I almost didn't die of scare. Do you know what's going on?" Su Wen felt that he was finally saved, and he knew that this was not an exception by looking at the other party's expression. I'm glad I didn't have a problem, and I was eager to know why.

"No hurry, no hurry, young man, I don't know what's going on. The middle-aged man thought for a while and said, "Let me tell you a story first....... It was a long, long time ago, when our people lived happily on the prairie under the protection of the Immortal Heaven......"

"Hunted down and killed, and then saved by the immortals? You want to occupy the territory of the immortals, but you can't beat others, and you are driven out again?" Su Wen obviously didn't have the patience to listen to the same story twice.

"Uh..... You can understand that. In fact, this incident did not happen for long, according to the oral accounts of my father and grandfather, the written records of the parties ---that is, my ancestors, and my inference--- it is probably the late Ming and early Qing dynasties.

Our people fought with the Tibetans, chased and killed others, got lost, and ended up here. At that time, it was also a no-man's land, and the records are not much different from now. The altitude is very high, the altitude sickness is strong, and the disease makes it impossible to live.

Right here, on the same platform you've been to, a person has appeared. Dressed in strange clothes and speaking Chinese. Fortunately, my ancestors used to be officials in the Ming Dynasty, and they can also speak Chinese, so they can communicate.

This man brought them to a place where water and grass were truly abundant and saved everyone. Everyone didn't want to fight anymore, so they sent some brave people back to the tribe to pick up the people who stayed behind. made an appointment to come back at the latest, and the man repeatedly told him to come back on time, and gave this jade pendant, saying that he could come back in the direction guided by the jade pendant. ”

"Is your piece a navigation? What is my piece? Legend has it that my ancestor had a fairy, and he passed down a basket of jade pendants, what does this mean? Is it a fairy weapon? Is it worth it?" Su Wen heard about the jade pendant, and finally couldn't help but interrupt the other party's speech and asked the question he was most concerned about.

The middle-aged man who was interrupted said embarrassedly: "I won't tell you the truth, in fact, I have also studied it...... Sure it's not worth it. I looked at the jade dealer, and said that it was a low-grade dark green jade with a lot of impurities, which originated in Kunlun Mountain. The jade vein was opened hundreds of years ago, and the boutique is very expensive, and we can only count it as slag. ”

"This one of ours has a pattern, so it has to be regarded as a cultural relic. Su Wen was unwilling

"Any stone can be carved with patterns, and it can also be carved, but we usually can't see this pattern clearly. "Middle-aged people are also very lost.

"It glows, it changes color. Su Wen was still unwilling

"The jade dealer said that I was nervous, who was idle, and ran hundreds of kilometers with me to see the stone change color in a no-man's land. When they sell others, do they tell people to come and follow me to the uninhabited area of Ajin Mountain to see that this magical little stone will glow and change color. "The middle-aged man seems to have been hit hard.

"And lead the way. Su Wen said weakly.

"It's very close to here to feel it, and no one else can feel it except me, my ancestors are shamans of the tribe, and only direct descendants can occasionally feel it, and our family has confirmed it many times for generations. Haven't you tried it at home?" the middle-aged man was also interested.

"This is the first time I've encountered this. It's useless for my grandmother to feel it, how could an old lady run here from South China in her time. Even if my mom sensed something, she would think that someone had summoned her to play mahjong. ”

Su Wen was devastated and lowered his voice. "Besides, I haven't seen them wear it, I have been wearing it since I was born. I don't know if they wear anything else, but I have a basket at home after all. ”

"Uh......." The middle-aged man choked indistinctly. "Don't be too disappointed, young man, this jade still has a unique property. Would you like to find out?"

"What is it?" Su Wen had no illusions.

"You can catch it with a magnet. No other jade will work. The middle-aged man looked at Su Wen with a narrow expression and said.

"No wonder there is an abnormality in magnetite! Forget it, it won't be sold anyway, no matter how much it costs. Su Wen said in a sour tone that he couldn't eat grapes: "Anyway, did your ancestors come back?" Su Wen decided not to talk about stones, curious about the ending of the story.

"I came back, but it was a long time late, and I didn't find anyone. The middle-aged man replied.

"What's going on, there's an accident with the tribe?"

"Well, the people left behind by the tribe thought that they had lost the battle, and they were afraid of reprisals, so they didn't know where they migrated. "Middle-aged people are also not worthy of their ancestors.

"If you can't find it, come back first. Su Wen felt that the nomads were really unreliable, and when he came back from a walk, he saw that his home was gone, and others had forgotten about you, and the family had moved to a light year away. It seems that in the Qing Dynasty, there was a Turkut tribe who moved from the Volga River to Xinjiang. It was light years away for that era.

"I came back late and got lost on the way. The middle-aged man said.

"Isn't this a jade version of Beidou navigation?" asked Su Wen strangely.

"I've researched that this Beidou only leads straight lines and has no road planning function. The middle-aged man said regretfully.

Su Wen understood, this is the uninhabited area of Hoh Xili, Ajin Mountain, Kunlun Mountain, and the desolate and boundless Ali region to the west. Further south is another no-man's-land Qiangtang. There was no Taklamakan Highway in the north at that time. Even if there were, I wouldn't be able to get through the desert. One can imagine: "A group of people have to go around how many mountains and how many rivers they have to wade through using satellite navigation with no road planning and only direction indications." ”

"What happened later?" Su Wen also felt sorry for them.

"The people in charge of picking up people are the strongest men in the tribe, and the tribe can't find it, so they have to fight again, and finally win the battle, and settle nearby.

Everyone has unified the tone of this matter. After a long time, it becomes a legend. Make an appointment to come back here regularly to pay tribute to the ancestors. I was afraid that I would get lost again, so I left a tribe nearby. It also moved away a few years ago. ”

Why don't you stay here?" Su Wen felt that the water and plants here were abundant.

"The altitude is too high to live. ”

"Haven't seen those people since?"

"No, it's completely gone. ”

"Then why did you come later?"

"Like your Chung Yeung Festival mountaineering, it has become a custom, mainly because you can go to relatives and visit the door to facilitate young people to find wives. ”

"It seems to make sense, you didn't look for a scientist or something to analyze?"

"What do you think?"

"That's right, I can't analyze the matter of my family's immortal ancestors. I didn't even give my family the money for the entrance fee to the Immortal Temple. Sumen said hatefully.

"Have you ever told anyone about this? Has anyone ever encountered something like this?"

"Does anyone care? There are more strange things, but here are a lot of more outrageous things in the !!history books of Kunlun Mountain, and even I don't believe in those legends. The middle-aged man looked around and said hurriedly: "Don't talk about it, don't talk about it, I'm going to change my clothes and prepare for the ceremony." Stay and join the event, lad. ”

Su Wen asked him to change his clothes first, and he put the felt roll in place and laid it out. At this time, I noticed that many people had changed into a lawusege (autumn robe) or wuqi (dress). The air is filled with a festive atmosphere. At this moment, a guy with a long sword and a colorful strip of cloth dressed like a wizard smiled at himself as he walked. Su Wenleng was stunned for a long time, only to find out that this great god was the middle-aged man.

Everyone said that he was a hereditary shaman, and he was originally a shaman. But who can be mentally prepared for this change in painting style? Shaking his head and laughing, "You look so good... Belch.... Personality. ”

"Don't you think feudal superstition is terrible?" said the middle-aged man as he took a carved silver container and poured blood on the sword.

"No, no, freedom of belief. Freedom of belief. I think I need to find a god to bless me, or you can purify me. "Su Wen's recent life really needs a spiritual sustenance.

"I'm still overdoing you. The middle-aged man smiled and said, "I'm an atheist." ”

"You're an atheist, you're a shaman, and you're talking to me for a long time, and you're telling me you're an atheist?"

"Yes, I'm still a physics teacher, and there's no rule that shamans can't be physics teachers. I'm an ancestral shaman, and I've been a good one so far. ”

Su Wen was completely defeated, and the whole person was embarrassed on the spot, and he didn't know how to answer this sentence at all.

"Alright young man, I'll preside over the ceremony first. Give you my business card, you have to keep in touch, we both have a lot to talk about. As he spoke, the middle-aged man took out a gilded business card from under the colorful witch robe.

Su Wen hurriedly took the business card politely with both hands. I saw that the business card was impressively printed:

Professor, School of Physics, XX University

Director of the Shamanic Culture Research Society

Mongolian Traditional Cultural Heritage ......

Przybubatel.

Su Wen remembered a popular sentence on the Internet: "I believe you are a ghost, you are a bad old man, you are very bad." ”

Although there were not many people, the ceremony was solemn and solemn. After the ritual is completed, people light a bonfire, roast the sheep, boil the meat, and bring out the milk wine. The atmosphere suddenly became grand and enthusiastic. Happy emotions are contagious. At the kind invitation of the hospitable Mongolian compatriots, everyone drank wine and ate meat, sang and danced together.