When Busiri is southwest.

A white land-to-air vehicle of a certain type, at a height of 20 meters from the snow surface, quickly swept over the Bandaban Peak and entered the uninhabited area of Dangbuxili.

Two hours later, the car hovered over the high ground beside a blue lake.

A man and a woman, two teenagers jumped out of the land and air car.

The land-air vehicle circled over the lake, changing from white to light blue consistent with the lake, slowly sinking, silently submerging into the lake, and disappearing without a trace.

After the land and air vehicles were completely out of sight, they carried their heavy bags and headed for the depths of the no-man's land of Dangbusiri.

Their steps are firm and goal-oriented, and their blue jackets gradually turn yellow-brown with their surroundings.

Their faces are wearing the same color-changing masks as their jackets.

The boy was on a black trekking pole; On the girl's backpack, there is a katana.

When Busiri is in the north.

Wukong and Zhuoma were wrapped in felt and slept soundly on the grassland.

The black steed, alone grazing not far away.

In the afternoon, after climbing over a big mountain, Wukong remembered the advice of his senior brother Wuyu: Before walking out of the Tuotuo River Valley, you must walk day and night.

When sleeping, you can't pitch a tent, it's better to find a cave.

After riding a horse for half a day, his legs and feet were swollen and bruised, and he had to come down to rest to invigorate blood and remove blood stasis.

Dolma is also sleepy, there are grasslands nearby, and there are no caves.

The two discussed and found a place with deep grass to rest. Before going to bed, cover your body with a layer of grass as a cover.

As children, they often played hide and seek on the prairie like this.

But hide and seek is one thing, sleeping is another.

They were all so sleepy that they fell asleep not long after lying down.

A gust of wind blew, and the grass on their bodies dispersed.

Before dark, I woke up first.

He pulled the felt of Dolma and received no response.

The black steed ran over and bowed her head to arch Dolma, but she still didn't move.

There was no time to open Dolma's hand: in the middle of the ruddy and slightly rough palm, a blue patch appeared. The alien red mole on the center of her eyebrows also turned blue.

Dolma, sick, it's the kind of illness that Teacher Rhett said.

The surrounding area is empty, and the sheep, yaks and herdsmen who used to roam the grassland are gone.

Zhuoma's mobile phone was given to Brother Wuyu, who hadn't used it since he was a child.

The leach's yurt, on the shore of the Moon Lake more than ten miles away, takes an hour for the black horse to run.

I can only rely on myself.

I don't have time to follow the steps taught by Teacher Rhett to treat Dolma.

He first straightened Dolma with his head up; Break her mouth open and use two sticks to open her teeth.

Then run to the creek, open the sleeve of your left arm, and wash your left wrist.

Wukong saw a string of bronze prayer beads, which Mr. Rhett had put on for him with his own hands.

He returned to Dolma, took out the horned knife, held it in his right hand, and made a cut in his left wrist.

Blood flowed out and dripped into Dolma's mouth.

There is no space for fear of less blood flow, and it can't cure Zhuoma's disease, so he slashed again.

"Mage Qiannuo, let Dolma recover his health." There is no time to pray secretly.

Dolma choked on blood and woke up. The alien-shaped red mole on her eyebrows was fading blue.

Dolma saw that Wukong was feeding himself blood, and in the background, it was a beautiful starry sky. She wanted to raise her arm to push him away and stop the bleeding, but it didn't take any strength. She wanted to say that she was fine, and opened her mouth, full of blood.

Wukong saw Dolma open his eyes and smiled happily: Teacher Rhett said that as long as Dolma opened his eyes, it would be fine.

He had lost a lot of blood and was groggy, his arms drooping naturally, and he lay limply beside Dolma.

Under the sleeves, the bronze rosary slipped to the wound and was soaked in blood.

I don't know how long it took, but I woke up and found myself riding on horseback. Behind it, it is Dolma's warmth and embrace. In the ears, there are two fresh Gesang flowers.

"Are you alright?" Dolma asked.

"Are you alright?" Wu Wu turned his head, and both of them smiled brightly.

"Bandaged for you." Dolma pulled up his left arm.

There, wrapped around the white Hada, there was no trace of blood. The bronze rosary, which was moved to his right wrist.

"Let's drink some milk wine first, and the violinist is about to arrive. Let her roast the sheep for you to eat. Dolma untied a skin from the back of the horse, took it without time, and leaned in and drank violently.

He did feel thirsty, and hungry.

In the Dangbuxili pastoral area, where other families make yogurt or cheese, Dolma's family only makes milk wine, and her grandmother said that Uncle Wuyu likes to drink milk wine.

Zhuoma also learned a good skill of making milk wine.

"Why are you feeding me blood?" Dolma couldn't help but ask.

"Teacher Rhett said, I'm a little spirit boy mage."

"You're a little mage, I know."

"You are sick, and you will be healed with the blood of the mage."

Dolma still didn't understand, but thought of something else; "No wonder Uncle won't let you call you Little Mage. You gave me a lot of blood, and I fainted just now, and if everyone knew that you were a little mage, and they were sick, and they all came to ask for your blood, you would die. ”

"Oh." There is no time to admire the five-body throwing to the ground.

When the Moon Lake arrived, it was dark and dark, and there was no campfire in sight.

"Their family, they won't move away." Dolma was disappointed.

If she couldn't give the money from the sale of wool to Laqin, she would have thought about it for a long time.

Unable to find it, Zhuoma untied the copper coin and prepared to calculate a hexagram.

"Over there." There is no space to point to the other side of the lake; "The lyin's yurt, over there."

Dolma craned her neck and couldn't see anything.

"Over there, I saw the yurt, and the flocks of sheep, the yaks, and the mastiffs." Wukong pointed to the southwest direction and said with certainty.

"I can't see it. You are the little mage of Tianlun Temple, you must have seen far away......" Zhuoma muttered, put away the copper coins and urged the black steed, and trotted around the lake.

"Senior brother said, you can't talk about Tianlun Temple and the little mage."

"I forgot...... I'll call you Brother Wukong. However, there is no brother on the grassland called Wukong. ”

"Didn't you?"

"No, no." Dolma nodded affirmatively; "I'll give you a name for the prairie. Is Dorjee good, Dharma Protector Vajra. ”

"It's not good, it's not good, I don't like Vajra, the Diamond Sutra is too difficult to memorize."

"Qiangba is the incarnation of Maitreya Buddha."

"It's not good, it's not good, think of a name that doesn't have a Buddha."

"Then it's called Gatso, the biggest Haizi."

"The eldest child?"

"It's Haizi, for example, this Moon Lake, it's a little Haizi."

"Oh no, I don't like water. My brother always took me to the lake for a swim and drank a lot of water. "No time does not approve of the name.

"I don't like water...... It's called ...... Chino bar. You have to say Qiannuo every day, it's good. Dolma looked at him with hope; Not bad, right? ”

"Sorayuki Chino...... It's better than King Kong Haizi or something, just Qiannuo. "Wu Kong is satisfied, this name can make him remember his master at any time.

"And the last name." Dolma's thoughts turn back and forth; "Brother Qiannuo, my name is Jiang Zhuoma, and you also have my surname, Jiang Qiannuo."

Wukong touched the jade plate on his chest and said, "My surname is Yang, and my name is Yang Qiannuo." ”

Yang Qiannuo...... Brother Qiannuo "Dolma is a little disappointed; "That's good, too. Also, how to remove the golden hoop on Brother Qiannuo's head? ”

I can't hear Dolma's words about the horns and hoops. The flowers in his ears withered.

The lyre's yurt was not far away, and he began to ring in his ears again, the kind of crying mixed with a shrill whistling.

It is only when the dead are there such a desolate howling.