We all know this turban, this is obviously the Indian Sikh turban, this Sikh people are mainly distributed in the north of India, most in Punjab, they are tall, bearded, and it is their tradition to wrap their heads.

Legend has it that when Muslims ruled India, it was stipulated that only Muslims could wear headscarves, not Indians. In protest, the brave and self-respecting Sikhs called on all Sikh men to wear turbans. This custom has been passed down and has become the national custom of the Sikhs.

From the moment a Sikh man is born, his hair and beard cannot be cut, and his hair cannot be exposed to be seen by outsiders. If they were to take off their headscarves, it would be seen as an insult and a provocation to them. So why did the Sikh turban be discarded on the side of the road?

Did they encounter something unexpected?

We are all a little worried, this has just escaped from the dragon's mouth, everyone is still in shock, and the grass and trees are all soldiers. I didn't expect that not long after this, I would encounter such a thing again.

We stopped, checked all the weapons, loaded all the bullets, and the whole cave was now quiet, and everyone was preoccupied.

As we continued along the road, a strong light suddenly appeared on our right side, stabbing people's eyes.

This has already come out of the hole, and when we see the light, our already extremely tense and suppressed emotions have been somewhat relieved.

It turned out that where we were now was in the belly of a mountain, and the place where the opening was at our feet, we looked at the road, and saw a winding path leading there, and it did not seem to have been formed after the collapse of the mountain.

We quickened our pace down the mountain, and the more we walked into the cave, the more I felt that the cold wind was strong and biting, and I shivered as I watched the wind whizz the snowflakes into the cave.

When I walked to the entrance of the cave, it was white outside, and the wind blew so that people were already unstable on their feet.

Walking out of the cave, I saw several huge iron cables lying between the two cliffs, the north wind was howling, and it was still difficult for people to stand, but I didn't know how those secret spell masters passed through back then.

Just when we couldn't figure it out, Goodmanderson scolded, we didn't understand what he was scolding, but the place where he pointed made us gasp, and we could see a large wooden plank faintly visible on the cliff under our feet, which should have been laid on the iron cable back then.

I leaned over to the place where the iron rope was, and saw that there were still a few new knife marks at the iron cable, and then Bayant and the others also found it.

Everyone thought that it must have been a good deed done by Liam and the Indian, and everyone couldn't help but stand in place and scold at the other side of the river and tear down the bridge!

When everyone was a little tired of scolding, they all sat at the entrance of the cave dejectedly, not knowing what to do.

The extremely cold weather on the high mountain, the hand grabbed the iron cable, it is estimated that the hand froze, and the distance between the iron cables is very large, and the wind is so strong that people can't open their eyes, we just stayed at the entrance of the cave for a while, and the eyes are already full of ice ballast, this careless, below is the abyss, where is the life of the fall.

We tried all kinds of ways at the entrance of the cave, but to no avail, after all, we had limited equipment in our hands, and we don't know how much manpower and material resources were used to build this chain bridge.

When we entered the Kang District, we saw a chain bridge across the Dadu River in a place called Luding at the western foot of Erlang Mountain, according to legend, when the Luding Bridge was built, 13 huge iron chains could not be pulled to the other side, and many methods failed. There was a Tibetan Hercules who called himself Kada, who crossed the west bank by boat with one iron chain between his two armpits and installed it, and when he finished transporting 13 iron chains, he died of overwork.

Although this chain bridge is not as spectacular as the Luding Bridge, it is obviously not easy to cross a chain bridge on this cliff.

At this time, the wind and snow were about to weaken a little, and we could see the opposite side, which was also like a cliff cut by a knife and axe, and a cave about four or five people wide was carved out in the middle, and there were many patterns carved on the edge of the cave.

There are many small holes in the rock wall to fix the iron cables.

I suddenly noticed a situation, it turned out that when the chain bridge was built, for some reason, the height of the hole over there was much shorter than ours, so the chain bridge looked a little tilted.

I can't help but rejoice in my heart, the mountains of Wuling Mountain are stacked with mountains, dangerous rocks, steep cliffs, and the water in the valley is turbulent and surging. Since ancient times, the traffic on the unitary water has been very inconvenient, as the so-called "rock sheep have no way to go, monkeys are also worried". There are many places in the unitary water where wooden boats cannot be ferried, neither bridges nor wading, so we often have to use a tool called a zipline to cross the river.

If it is flat, it is a bit laborious and laborious, the rope of the flat is basically straight, there is no inclination, you can slip back and forth, start to slide with the inertia of the foot, and stop when you slide to the center of the river, you have to climb to the opposite bank with your hands and feet.

Luckily, the slope isn't perfect, but it's steep.

Now this season, there is a thick layer of ice on the chain bridge, and we take out the rope and wrap it around a few more times as a zipline tool.

I'm still familiar with ziplining, and I was the first to walk up and look down the cliff, although I was a little worried, but now there is no other way, and I have to go through it.

I leaned down and shook the thick iron cable, which was heavy and strong.

Without the worry of the sudden collapse of the iron cable, I was naturally relieved, I grabbed the rope and kicked the mountain wall hard, and in the exclamation of everyone behind me, the person slid into the air.

I only felt the sound of the wind in my ears, and my face was piercing in the cold wind, and I tried to open my eyes, for fear of hitting the opposite stone wall, but fortunately, after passing, the steel rope was much smoother, and the speed of descent slowed down slightly.

The canyon is not wide, and it will not be long before you reach the opposite side.

I put my feet on the stone wall, rolled over and went to the opposite side.

The people on the other side were naturally very happy to see me fall steadily to the stone gate, and then, everyone slid along the zipline.

While we were glad that we were on the other side, we couldn't help but be very unhappy with the actions of Liam and the Indian.

After a short pause at the entrance of the cave and a drink to keep out the cold, they decided to move on.

This stone gate is just a passageway, and after walking through this passage, a staircase that spirals down the stone wall appears before us.

The stairs zigzagged down, and it was impossible to see how deep it was.

We took out our flashlights and walked up the stone steps, the winding stone staircase was full of smoke and fire, this place should have been a place where many people used to walk, but we didn't know where the stone staircase led.

At the end of the stone steps, we had already descended five or six feet from the hole.

Then there was another great downward road, and the height of the whole mountain, where we now stand, should be below the mountainside.

Along the way, there was no trace of Liam and the others, and I don't know where they went.

At this moment, a strong cold air came from ahead, and at the bottom of our feet, a huge stone cave appeared in front of our eyes.

At first, we wondered why it was so much colder to enter this cave, because there was such a large space here, and cold air poured in from here.

Walk to the bottom of the cave, only to see that the wall of this cave, painted with all kinds of gods, in the middle of the bottom of the cave is painted a three-story so high Dapeng golden-winged bird, the murals in this cave are painted extremely finely, and the colors are gorgeous, lifelike. A large number of statues surrounding the cave wall are also vivid, with different expressions.

Basang couldn't hide his excitement, stroked the stone wall, and said, "I didn't expect that such an ancient Bon mural can still be preserved to this day, it's really unbelievable." ”

Bayentt and others could not hide their excitement, and took out their pens to paint.

We weren't interested in any of this, looking at the excited expressions on these people's faces, but we didn't show any interest, we just wanted to see if we could find those nine-eyed dzi as soon as possible.

We drank some wine and ate some dry food next to us, and waited for them for more than half an hour before a few people got up satisfied.

At their rate, it is estimated that Liam has found the crystal skull and left.

It was still windy outside, and when I walked out of the cave, I found that it was a valley. And the place where we stood was halfway up the valley.

And the scene in the valley made us jaw-dropping, those snow-covered, with boxy walls and familiar street layouts, is this an ancient city?