Yang Shuoming's gaze swept over the mural on the wall again, and his attention was focused on some details on the picture that were easy to overlook.

"What is this, Dolma? Do you know? Yang Shuoming pointed to an inconspicuous magic weapon placed next to the senior monk and asked.

Zhenji Zhuoma stepped forward and looked at it carefully for a while, and said, "That's a flute?" ”

"Dizi?"

"Yes, a flute made of human bones." This time, the Tibetan girl gave a positive answer, "This kind of flute is a very common magic instrument, and most of them are made of human thigh bones. ”

Thinking that it was a human bone product again, Yang Shuoming's brows couldn't help frowning slightly.

As if he understood something from Zhenji Zhuoma's answer, Yang Shuoming's gaze left the mural and looked at the rest of the scripture hall, at this time his "supercomputer eye" also started to scan the surroundings.

Jenji Zhuoma seemed to notice the red light in his eyes, but instead of being frightened, she followed him with interest.

Yang Shuoming walked forward, his eyes swept over the Buddhist statues around him one by one, and suddenly he seemed to have found something and stopped in front of a broken Buddha statue.

Yang Shuoming stared at the Buddha statue carefully, he stretched out his hand to brush the dust on the Buddha statue's carcass, and nodded.

Jenji Zhuoma knew what he wanted to do, and a look of worry flashed in her eyes.

In the center of the Buddha's abdomen, a rectangular mark is revealed.

This trace, which may have originally been part of the belt decoration of the Buddha statue and was obscured by the painting, now has a noticeable gap due to the detachment of the paint on the surface. Based on Yang Shuoming's experience, he can conclude that this is a small niche deliberately left by the lamas when the Buddha statue was built to preserve what they considered a "sacred object".

Yang Shuoming clapped his hands, removed the dust on it, and took out a small folding knife made into the shape of pliers from his pocket, he opened a screwdriver folded inside from the handle of the pliers, and used it to gently pry open the mud tire, revealing a trapdoor inside. After Yang Shuoming opened the trapdoor, he found a deep square niche with a black-brown copper box inside.

Yang Shuoming carefully took the copper box out of the square niche, brushed off the dust on it, and the copper box was covered with exquisite and dense lotus patterns, just for this box, it was a precious work of art. The lid of the copper box is also affixed with a seal with the six-character mantra written in Tibetan and stamped with a Dharma seal.

Yang Shuoming didn't open the box immediately, but carefully examined the box, his expression focused and solemn, as if he was worried that some demons and monsters would suddenly come out of the box.

Zhenji Zhuoma came to Yang Shuoming's side, she didn't expect Yang Shuoming to find such a copper box from the belly of the Buddha statue, and her eyes widened, full of doubts.

"Guess what, Dolma, what's in this box?" Yang Shuoming seemed to know what she was thinking, smiled slightly, and asked.

"I guess it's not going to be gold." Zhenji Zhuoma watched Yang Shuoming squat down and put the copper box on the ground, squatting down beside him with a smile.

"If it's gold, I'll put it back." Yang Shuoming laughed, "It's definitely not gold." ”

"What could that be?" Jenji Zhuoma asked curiously.

"I guess it's the flute." Yang Shuoming said, opened the seal, carefully picked the lock on the box with a knife, and while opening the box, he took Zhuoma's hand, ready to dodge at any time.

The lid of the box made a "squeak" sound, and slowly opened it backwards, Yang Shuoming pulled Zhenji Zhuoma and waited for a while, making sure that there were no mechanisms and hidden weapons in it, before he stepped forward to look at the contents of the box.

Sure enough, as Yang Shuoming guessed, what was in the box was a flute made of human bones.

Yang Shuoming took out the flute from the copper box and observed it carefully. This is a flute made of human shin bones, the ends of the flute are inlaid with exquisite silver ornaments, and the body of the flute is also carved with exquisite patterns, this flute is very delicately made, and at first glance it is not something used by ordinary lamas.

Yang Shuoming intently observed the human bone flute in his hand, and the "supercomputer eye" was also scanning the flute and gave relevant data, and as he expected, this flute was also made of the bones of a girl, and the age of the girl should not exceed eighteen years old.

And the wear and tear of the mouthpiece of the flute indicates that it must have been used many times.

Yang Shuoming handed the flute to Zhenji Zhuoma, and he searched the copper box again, hoping to find something related to the human bone flute, but found nothing.

The "supercomputer eye" also shows that the box does not have any mezzanine.

"Blow it, and the mountain god will come." Jenji Zhuoma fiddled with the flute and said suddenly.

"How do you know?" Yang Shuoming asked.

She shook her head, "I don't know, it's just ......" A trace of confusion flashed in her eyes, and she didn't say any more, but handed the flute back to Yang Shuoming.

Yang Shuoming looked at the human bone flute glowing with blue and white luster in his hand, and suddenly had a bold idea in his heart.

"Let's do an experiment and find out if the mountain god is summoned with it." Yang Shuoming said, "Zhuoma, do you remember the last time you met the mountain god? ”

"Yes." Jenji Zhuoma nodded, "You want to go?" ”

"Tomorrow, you take me there, and we'll find the mountain god." Yang Shuoming put the human bone flute back into the copper box and said to Zhuoma with a smile.

"You want to summon the mountain god?" Jenji Zhuoma was taken aback.

"yes." Yang Shuoming came to the mural again, staring at the group of mountain gods listening to the monk [***] on the mural, and the content of the report that inspired the anti-drug in Myanmar suddenly appeared in his mind.

"The mountain gods know the Dharma, and maybe they will help us make the world a better place."

Yang Shuoming pulled Zhenji Zhuoma out of the temple, came to the top of the mountain, looked at the snow-capped mountains in the distance, Yang Shuoming took a deep breath, opened his arms, and hugged the Tibetan girl in his arms.

"Tomorrow, the chief is going to go into the mountains for an expedition, and he wants me to ask Xiaobai if you are interested in participating?"

"Into the mountains at this time?"

Qu Shuang listened to Long Yonghua's words and made sure that he was not joking, so he couldn't help but be stunned.

"He's not trying to do some experiments, is he?" Qu Shuang, who knew something about Yang Shuoming's spleen surname, seemed to remember something and asked.

"Who knows? He ordered him to bring a large amount of raw beef, but he didn't know what that meant. Long Yonghua remembered Yang Shuoming's series of strange orders, and couldn't help grinning.

"Okay, I'll go and see tomorrow." Qu Shuang groaned slightly, and decided to participate.

Under the influence of Yang Shuoming, a "high-tech warlord", Qu Shuang also became full of curiosity about the unknown.

He was already keenly aware that Yang Shuoming's expedition had an extraordinary purpose.

Early the next morning, as soon as it was dawn, a special expedition team quietly set off.

Riding on a yak, Jinji Zhuoma looked at the team, his eyes full of curiosity.

The group was not very large, only about two dozen people, but among them, except for the Tibetan guides who carried the supplies, they were all armed soldiers.

These soldiers were different from the Han soldiers seen in Zhenji Zhuoma's Pingyu, they were wearing blue and white military uniforms, tall, short, fat and thin, carrying strange firearms that she had never seen before, some of them had very kind faces, some of them had fierce faces, some of them loved to talk and laugh, some of them were silent, she was very strange, such strange people would form a team, and all of them obeyed the orders of the person beside her.

"Is this it?" Yang Shuoming's voice pulled her back from her thoughts.

"A little further on, just over the hill." Jenji Zhuoma pointed to the distance and said.

A map flashed in Yang Shuoming's eyes, and according to the map, their current location was the slope of the eastern foot of the end of the Kanga Mountain, a branch of the Himalayas.

"It's beautiful here." Qu Shuang couldn't help but sigh.

In this part of the Kanger Mountains, the northwest side is full of towering mountains, frozen and snowy, and eternal; The mountainside is cloudy and unpredictable. To the southeast is a deep canyon, with gray-white granite walls standing thousands of feet, not a single grass grows, and it is hideous and terrifying. On the gentle slopes of dozens of kilometers around Jinghu Lake not far away, the scenery is completely different, with oak, alder, beech, and fir trees, forming a lush primeval forest. Animals such as deer, monkeys, foxes, hares, goats and civets are hidden in the area. With green grass on the lakeside, babbling streams, and white swans swimming leisurely across the water, it looks like a secluded paradise.

"If the lakes and mountains here can speak, they will be able to tell us how many forgotten stories there are in the slowly passing history." Yang Shuoming looked at the high snow-capped peaks, crystal clear lake water, and verdant and dense forests, and said.

"Hanzhi, you say, is there really a mountain god?" Qu Shuang looked at the beautiful Tibetan girl who was walking not far away, and asked Yang Shuoming softly.

"What does Xiaobai think?" Yang Shuoming smiled undeniably.

"I've been here for a long time, and I know a little bit about the story of the mountain god." Qu Shuang said, "One of the most widespread legends among Tibetan folk is that there is a saying that a monk is proficient in witchcraft and can subdue demons. One of the most famous monks has a magic flute that can summon mountain spirits and ghosts to come and listen to his teachings. There is a passage that describes it like this: 'At that time, the snow was full of snow, the ice lakes were like mirrors, everything was silent, and the mountains and forests were sleeping. The monks and masters sit upright and chant the scriptures, play the flute, the mountain spirits and ghosts, come one after another, the monks and laymen, worship together, sigh that the Dharma is boundless, and the gods are always there. But as an atheist who believes in science, I think it is the religious rulers and aristocrats of Tibetan Province who use the superstitious activities of the lamas to deceive the working people and serve their rule. ”

"Xiao Bai thinks it's a lie to summon the mountain god to come and listen to the Fa? But why do so many people believe it? Long Yonghua heard their discussion and interjected with a smile, "And many people have seen it with their own eyes." ”

"That only shows that the deception is clever." Qu Shuang said disapprerovingly, "It's not that you haven't seen how backward this place is compared to the mainland. At that time, people were not able to grasp the mysteries of nature and could not understand the laws of nature, so many scientific phenomena were disguised as superstition and deliberately distorted by the ruling class to serve their interests. I think that the matter of 'mountain gods listening to the law' may belong to this kind of surname. ”

"Xiaobai has a point." Yang Shuoming said with a smile, "But some things are not just superstitious legends. ”

"You always say that you are superstitious and superstitious, but people don't necessarily think it's superstition." Long Yonghua pointed to Zhenji Zhuoma's back and said with a smile, "If you say that again, she will be angry." ”

Listening to Long Yonghua's words, Qu Shuang covered his mouth with a smile, winked at Yang Shuoming, and didn't say anything more.

Probably hearing what they were talking about, Jenji Zhuoma glanced back at them, and then quietly urged the yak to run forward, and in a short time ran to the front of the group.

Yang Shuoming noticed her movements, but he thought about it, but he still didn't catch up.

The team continued to move forward, and Yang Shuoming couldn't stop observing the surrounding situation with the "super computer eye", and did not find anything abnormal.

I don't know how long it took, and one of the team members came back from the front at a brisk pace.

"Chief, go and take a look, the footprints in front are a little strange."

After listening to the team members' reports, Yang Shuoming and Qu Shuang Long Yonghua all jumped off the back of the yak, Long Yonghua ordered the team to stop advancing, and Yang Shuoming and Qu Shuang followed the team member and ran to the front of the team.

Yang Shuoming came to the front of the team, and at this time, Zhenji Zhuoma was crouching on the ground with two team members, carefully observing the footprints on the snow.

Qu Shuang followed Yang Shuoming to their side, Qu Shuang lowered his head and looked, probably because of the cold or too nervous, he actually shivered.

At this time, on the snow, two lines of huge footprints clearly appeared!

Yang Shuoming looked at these footprints, and a trace of excitement flashed in his eyes.

These steps are called "footprints" because they are completely different from the footprints of animals such as bears, deer and wolves, these footprints are divided into two rows, one back and forth, and the span of each step is about 40 centimeters, which is obviously the footprints left by a creature walking on two legs.

Yang Shuoming squatted down beside Zhenji Zhuoma, carefully observing these footprints, and the "supercomputer eye" also started. Yang Shuoming could see that these were traces of barefoot prints on the snow, each footprint was about 30 centimeters long, showing a short, wide thumb, which did not join the other four toes, but stretched diagonally to the side alone. The rest of the toes are also short and have a broad, rounded heel. Judging from the details of the soles of the feet, it has a certain curved arch, but it is not as obvious as that of humans. Yang Shuoming quickly judged that these were neither human footprints, nor ape footprints, nor traces left by other animals.

"These are the footprints of the mountain god, aren't they?" Yang Shuoming asked Zhenji Zhuoma, and the Tibetan girl nodded.

At this time, some other team members also gathered, and when everyone saw this strange footprint, they all looked at each other, and no one spoke.

A member of the team with a sniper rifle leaned down, grabbed the snow with footprints on it, sniffed it, shook his head, and looked incredulous.

"What's wrong? Lao Wang? Someone asked, "Do you smell something?" ”

"I don't know, it's hard to say what it is." The sniper on his back said, "This is the mark left by last night, and I'm afraid I'm going to go far now." ”

"Let's follow this footprint first." At this time, Long Yonghua came to their side, he looked at the footprints on the snow, glanced at Yang Shuoming, and ordered.

The team followed the footprints as they walked down the hillside, through the spruce trees on the side of the road, into a bush where the ground was undulating and littered, making it increasingly difficult to see the footprints. The team chased them out of the woods, and their footprints disappeared on some of the exposed granite on the slopes.

"It came down from the dense forest in the mountains." The team member surnamed Wang pointed to the distance and said.

"It's right here." Yang Shuoming observed the surroundings and said decisively.

"You want to wait here for the mountain god to appear?" Qu Shuang asked with some surprise.

"That's right." Yang Shuoming turned around and nodded at Long Yonghua, and Long Yonghua immediately gave an order.

"Unload the meat and grain! Put it over there. ”

"Everyone is looking for an ambush location! No shots without orders! ”

Zhenji Zhuoma stood beside Yang Shuoming, she looked around with some uneasiness, several Tibetans were unloading raw meat and grain and other materials on the yak's backs and piling them up in an open space, while the team members with guns disappeared into the surrounding woods one by one like ghosts.

Soon, all the team members were gone, leaving only Yang Shuoming, Zhenji Zhuoma, Qu Shuang, Long Yonghua and a few Tibetans who helped.

"We're just waiting for them to come?" Qu Shuang looked at Yang Shuoming, who was calm and composed, and asked with some concern.

"No, we invited them." Yang Shuoming smiled and took out the human bone flute found in the abandoned temple.

Yang Shuoming raised the flute to his lips, took a deep breath, and blew the flute.

The human bone flute emits a low, whining sound, which has nothing in common with the flute sound that people are accustomed to hearing, and sounds as if it is a cry from the depths of the human throat, in this silent and empty forest, people can't help but produce a rough and primitive feeling.

After Yang Shuoming blew for a while, he stopped, looked at Qu Shuang meaningfully and smiled.

There was no one around to speak, and there was still a deep, distant silence.

"I'm afraid it's not too powerful to blow it once! Let's do it a few more times! Yang Shuoming looked at Zhenji Zhuoma, smiled slightly, and played the flute again.

This time the whistle lasted for about a minute or two, but nothing unusual happened around the surroundings as before.

Yang Shuoming blew the flute for the third time, and the long, low whining sound echoed in the forest again.

(To be continued)