Li Shilin continued: "This blood jade is extremely rare in the world, and it is said that in the Tang Dynasty, Songtsen Gampo had such a piece of blood jade in the dowry when he married Princess Wencheng. Emperor Taizong couldn't put it down, and was later buried in Zhaoling.

Later, in the fifth generation, Wen Tao Town governed the Guanzhong area, Zhaoling was stolen by this person, and the blood jade was later owned by Wen Tao, and then the later generations were exiled to the people, and they were missing. This is the first time I've seen Blood Jade. It's really a long time to see. ”

Tuesday Mao hurriedly asked: "Then if you look at this thing to sell, how much silver is appropriate?" ”

Li Shilin said with a smile: "If there is less than fifty taels of gold, don't talk about it." ”

Tuesday Mao's eyes widened and he said in surprise: "Fifty taels??" ”

In those days, 3-5 taels of gold could buy a courtyard house in Beijing, and this jade bi was worth 50 taels of gold, which was a bit surprising to us.

Li Shilin said: "If this thing is sold to the ghost guy, it will have to be doubled, but this thing should not be sold to the ghost guy, after all, it is something handed down by our ancestors, and it is better to stay in China." ”

Tuesday Mao continued to ask: "What about Erwa's staff?" ”

Li Shilin thought for a moment and said: "That staff is a little weird, this thing is not because of its use value, but in the meaning of this thing, Shilin is stupid, he can't tell one or two of these secrets, Brother Chen better not think about it for the time being." ”

I wasn't going to take out this golden staff and sell it, and from Li Shilin's analysis that day, I also vaguely felt that this thing was not as simple as a single symbolic meaning.

Walking out of the snowy mountain, it has been three days later, this old man Huang is more talkative along the way, along the way talking about what he did when he was young, many of the rumors and allusions we all heard on the dock when we were children, I don't want to see the true god after so many years. It's a blessing.

Moreover, this old man Huang still has a relationship with my master, which brings him a little closer.

Walking out of the Dangling Snow Mountain, Li Shilin still has to go back to Chengdu to deal with some family business matters, Old Man Huang is old, and he feels extremely uncomfortable every day in this icy and snowy high-altitude area, and he wants to go down the plateau to Xiangxi to enjoy happiness.

So we said goodbye at the bottom of the snowy mountain, and we followed the route on the map to find Uncle Du Wang, and the two of them went in the direction of the arrow furnace.

Unfortunately, a few days ago, Khenpo Gonqu Tenzin was invited by Khenpo Solangi of Nyingchi Balqud Monastery to attend the New Year's lecture on Gongpo. This Gongbu New Year is celebrated on the first day of October in the Tibetan calendar every year, and is the most solemn festival of the year in the region.

It seems that we will have to wait until we come back to visit.

We are in the city of Ganzi in the pot village for a few days, the weather on the grassland is said to turn the face, from the snow mountain out of the day, the sun is shining, this just arrived in the city, the grassland began to blow a strong wind again, the Tibetans in the pot village thought that we were tourists to see the dam, so they told us that the rainy season on the plateau is coming to an end this season, because a senior official of the Sichuan provincial government is going to come to Kang District, then many leaders will come over, this year the dam will be particularly lively.

We didn't want to look at the dam, so I looked at the map left by my uncle, and the place marked on the map was still far from Ganzi City, and it was basically close to Weizang.

I'll show this map to the guys in the pot village to see if there are any special equipment to prepare.

The man looked carefully for a long time, shook his head and told us in half-baked Chinese that the area was full of inaccessible snow-capped mountains, Haizi and glaciers, and that we had to pass through a large canyon, where there were often "bandits" haunted, and the weather was fickle, so we were advised not to go.

Thinking that the road might be dangerous, I thought of a way, and returned to the Rising Sun Temple, and found the Iron Rod Lama Lobsang Tedrup, saying that we were going to the depths of the snow-capped mountains and wanted to buy some ammunition in their hands.

Tibetan monasteries were not quite the same as those in the mainland, in Tibetan areas at that time, the power of monasteries often overrode the local government, and the large monasteries had their own monks' armies, and it is said that in their heyday, the total number of armed lamas in Lhasa monasteries and their subordinate monasteries reached 20,000, far exceeding the number of Tibetan troops stationed in Lhasa.

Among the guns used by the monks and soldiers of Lobsang Danzhu, there are more Yuannian rifles made in the Sichuan Arsenal, and the 7.92mm bullets used are just right for our German Mauser guns.

The price we gave was relatively fair, and for the sake of Khenpo Gonqu Tenzin's face, the iron-roded Lama Lobsang Tedrup happily sold us more than a dozen boxes of bullets and more than 20 British-made Mills handleless grenades, commonly known as "pineapples."

The rain stopped that day, so we got our gear ready and rode out into the grassland.

The grassland after the rain is surprisingly beautiful, and the endless grassland is scattered with countless yaks, horses, and sheep.

I saw some Tibetan herdsmen from afar, riding on horseback, and after a while, they disappeared into the depths of the grassland.

Occasionally, some caravans passed by, and we bought some tea leaves from them.

This kind of scenery on the grassland, we have never seen it on weekdays, and this way to play in the mountains and rivers is also very comfortable and happy.

After walking on the grassland for about a week, we reached the edge of the grassland and asked a herder, who told us that one day further we would reach the Grand Canyon marked on our map.

The herdsman told me that after passing through the canyon there is a sea of seas, and there is a small island in the sea, and legend has it that there is a rakshasa castle on the island, and there was a monster on the island that was so powerful that it could stand up and penetrate the clouds, and tremble when it moved the grassland.

Later, King Gesar passed by and stood at the feet of the monster like an ant, but in order to cut off this monster, King Gesar and the monster Lang Tekari fought on the snow-capped mountain for seven days and seven nights, and the heavens and the earth changed color, and then King Gesar cast a spell and invited Wilma, the god of war.

Wilma's war horse was attached to the god of wind and war, the god of fire, the horse-headed King Kong, the dragon god, the five male gods, the five goddesses, and the three hundred and sixty gods, and the two sides fought for a whole day before the Rantka day was subdued, and in order to suppress this devil forever, he sealed the Rakshasa castle, so that the devil's soul could neither go to heaven nor enter the earth.

I asked, "What about the snowy mountains in the back?" Are there any demons and monsters? ”

The herdsman glared and said, "That canyon is the only way to the Snow Mountain, we won't go to Haizi, where will anyone go to the big Snow Mountain behind." There were only occasional pill collectors in that canyon, and often people and horses fell off the cliffs and rushed into the river, and the bodies could not be found. ”

We said goodbye to the herdsman and went around a winding mountain trail into the mountains, which was indeed inaccessible and the road was already intermittent.

In the middle of the line, a large river suddenly broke into our field of vision, and the surging water rushed away in this narrow channel like a thousand horses galloping.

The deeper you go into the canyon, the steeper the mountain becomes, the forests become cluttered, the mountain streams become one after the other, and the flow of water gradually increases.

We walked the soles of stones. In a forest full of green bamboo, there was also found an unknown age of Mani pile, the Mani pile has collapsed, the surrounding weeds are overgrown, and there are cow and sheep bones that are eaten by some large animals in the distance, which looks a little scary.

It was extremely difficult for us to walk, and it was even more difficult for us to walk in high-altitude areas, where we felt tightness and dizziness soon after we walked, and in addition, we could not ride horses at all, but could only walk on horses.

When I walked to noon, I looked back and saw that I had only turned over a hill, and even Mao couldn't sing Sichuan Opera on Tuesday, panting heavily.

The next mountain is getting higher and higher, looking at the bottom of the mountain, the river water pours down from the fault, directly hitting the rock lying in the middle of the river, in this narrow canyon, the smoke rises in the sky, like a cloud and mist cover, accompanied by the roar of a fierce beast against the deep valley, the feeling of oppression spreads endlessly.

By the time it was nearly dark, we could no longer see the way in the canyon, so we had to go down to the riverbank, thinking that we would have to camp here tonight.

We made a bonfire, ate some tsamba, drank some butter tea, and after having learned the lesson of the last time in the snow valley, we fed the horses some fodder and tied them not far from us.

At this moment, Zhao Qiguan, who was fetching water by the river, suddenly shouted: "There is someone on the other side!" "The water in this valley roars so loudly that we can't hear it if we don't speak loudly.

We got up again one after another, and saw that on the opposite side of the canyon, we could see a few points of firelight, and looking at the speed of the firelight, those people on the opposite side should be on horses.

Tuesday Mao said: "Came to meet the "clip"? ”

Ma Bai smiled: "I'm afraid of JB, can they still fly over?" ”

On Tuesday, Mao said: "I guess I saw the fire here." Fuck it, don't fake it. Keep drinking. ”

At this moment, a crisp gunshot rang out from the opposite side.

Tuesday Mao was angry and said, "It's not over?" ”

Picked up the rifle in his hand and fired a shot into the sky!

At this time, the firelight disappeared, and Tuesday Mao said proudly: "I saw Sa, and I knew that Lao Tzu had a guy at hand, so they withdrew!" ”

After a long time, it was completely dark. When we looked at the opposite beach, we saw more than a dozen people standing on the opposite beach, shouting at us with torches, they were speaking Tibetan, and we couldn't understand them.

I wondered, "Can they still fly over?" I can't understand what I'm shouting. ”

I saw a man over there standing on a high stone and waving at us, not like he was trying to rob us.

As a result, when these people saw that we still did not react, they fired a few more shots into the sky and headed towards the top of the cliff.

We somehow saw them disappear into the darkness, and I felt a little uneasy in my heart, but I didn't know why.