"No cults? Every house in the village enshrines a ghost altar, isn't this evil? Tang Shuo said.

"No, no, the cult I'm talking about is the kind of organization that gathers sand into a tower, has a scale and a program, has a strict hierarchy, and makes trouble everywhere." I say.

Tang Shuo looked at me: "Your idea is quite interesting, I have been in Thailand for a few years, and I have never heard of such a thing." ”

I said, "Yes, it's strange to think about it, Thailand has a strange and chaotic cultural soil, and if the people are all atheists, everyone believes in ghosts and gods." There are gods here, and there is no shortage of believers, but there is no large-scale cult, what is going on? ”

Tang Shuo looked at me: "Your question is quite profound, I didn't expect you to be a cultural person." ”

I smiled: "Old Tang, you can help me answer the answer." ”

Tang Shuo shook his head: "I can't answer it." Never thought about it. There are strange forces all over the place, but there is no cult, could it be like this, strange forces and gods are superstitious in our country, but it is not a taboo here. The reason why cults are cults is that they are born in opposition to taboos, and there are no cults everywhere. ”

"You mean it's the first thing to be sneaky, and it's okay to open up." I say.

Tang Shuo scratched his scalp: "Almost." ”

I said: "Old Tang, your answer is too general and one-sided, don't say anything else, if you let us open up the strange power and chaos there, the above still supports it, the media also publicizes, you can believe in any god you want, you can engage in any sect...... Don't talk about it for a long time, let's go for a long time, there must be smoke everywhere. ”

"So what's going on?" Tang Shuo asked.

"I don't know why I'm asking you," I said, "and it's a subject anyway." ”

Tang Shuo said: "You can do it, you are still taking risks with cultural topics, which is profound enough." ”

While we were talking, Master Wu was listening to me, and when we finished speaking, he looked at me a few more times, and there was a look of appreciation in his eyes.

Take a brief break and start your journey into the mountains.

Thailand is a tropical country, with almost no destruction of forest vegetation, and large forests are completely wild. After entering the mountain, I feel that my eyes are full of green, and the air is different.

We wore trousers, special straw hats, and heavy bags. In addition to eating, drinking, tents, and lighting tools, the guide also prepared a spray to repel insects and mosquitoes. When he got to the mountains, he took the spray and sprayed it on everyone, but Master Wu didn't use it. Master Wu only had a blanket to carry with him, and he was chic and relaxed, as if he had gone out for breakfast.

Master Wu has his own trick of expelling insects and mosquitoes, he drew a talisman, lit it, and used the black smoke to smoke everyone, saying that this is the ancient art of Maoshan, which is a hundred times stronger than the modern spray effect.

Tang Shuo asked Master Wu, where is the destination in the mountains?

Master Wu shook his head and said that An Dong had left a message and only gave a general direction. After arriving, Master Wu has to rely on his own mana to perceive the yin qi, and An Dong's fight with the black-clothed wizard will inevitably leave yin qi fluctuations, which should be found.

I took out the address of Azan Bunlok. The address was copied from the photo, and the reason why I didn't show the photo to Master Wu was because I couldn't explain the source of the photo specifically.

I gave him the address and said it was left by my third uncle before he left. Master Wu believed it to be true, called a guide, and the two of them combined in the direction of the woods to determine the route into the mountain.

As soon as they walked, the team split into three sections. The guide and Master Wu walked in the front, and the two of them walked as if they had practiced light exercises, and walking on the mountain road was like walking on a flat road. Not far behind them was Tang Shuo, and his physical strength was okay, but it was much worse than the first two. In the end, it was me and two Hong Kong people, tired like the third grandson, sticking out our tongues and walking forward, especially the photographer had to hold a portable camera, the woods were impermeable, the surface temperature was 40 degrees, and the clothes were soaked, as if I had taken a shower in clothes.

When the people in front of us walk, they have to stop and take care of those of us who are behind.

I sat on the rock, my eyes straight, and I took off my shirt and twisted it so that I could wring out sweat all over the ground.

I opened my backpack, took out the military kettle, and took a big gulp.

Taking advantage of the break, the photographer had to shoot on the spot, take out the camera, and shoot each of us, and another male reporter made a temporary guest host to explain in front of the camera. The two were quite dedicated.

While drinking water, I thought, "Wouldn't I be going to appear in the program of Hong Kong TVB, and we can also let Hong Kong people know me."

I walked around until two o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was high, the air was burning, I couldn't breathe, like trekking in a Turkish bath sauna, my eyes were black, and if I continued like this, I would probably be planted on the ground before it was dark and die suddenly.

The two Hong Kongers were also on the verge of collapse, and the cameraman barely managed to get together to record a footage of the surrounding scenery, and then collapsed on the ground and could not stand up again.

Seeing this, the guide told us to rest on the spot, and he plunged headlong into the dense forest and disappeared without a trace.

After a while, he came back and told us that there was a shady river not far away, and that we could camp by the river, and that we could not leave today, and that if we left again, it was estimated that some people would be physically exhausted, and that there would be a real danger of attrition, and it would be particularly troublesome to deal with in the mountains and forests. If you want to hurry, you can't reach it, so just take a good rest.

Two Hong Kong buddies and I squeezed out the last bit of physical strength, and finally persevered to the river, unable to stand up again. Tang Shuo helped the guide, set up two tents, and began to bury the pot for cooking.

The guide and Master Wu briefly divided labor, the guide went into the mountains to pick mountain mushrooms, he is a local expert here, what is poisonous and what is not poisonous for the mushrooms in the mountains, especially clear, this point is not even comparable to Master Wu. And Master Wu and Tang Shuo, who still had physical strength, went to the river to catch fish and crabs.

I rested in the tent with the two Hong Kongers, who were tired but kept shooting.

After waiting for a while, I was hungry, and the three of them finally returned. Master Wu and Tang Shuo gained a lot, they caught two bags of small fish and small crabs, although the number was quite a lot, but it was too small, not enough to stuff their teeth. We heated the pot and the guide came back with two bags, one full of mushrooms and the other full of mud.

"What is this?" Tang Shuo asked curiously.

The guide told us to wait, and he went to the water's edge and washed the mud with clean water, and when the mud was washed away, there were worms in it, entangled with each other, sticky, each one about the thickness of an adult's finger.

The guide put a bag of insects in front of us and told us that they are called woodworms in the local area, and they eat the rhizomes of trees by the river for food, and they can eat them directly, not in the mud. The mud here is cleaner than the rice in the city.

He took out a worm and taught us how to eat it. He took one end of the worm in his mouth, grabbed the other end with his hand, straightened the worm, and then sucked it violently with his mouth, only to see that all the contents of the worm were sucked into his mouth, and his lips filtered out the dirt and slime inside, and finally only the thin skin of the worm and a large pile of mud were left in his hand.

The whole process of his eating was filmed by the camera, and several of us were dumbfounded, and even Master Wu frowned.

The guide made a gesture to signal us to eat too, but no one dared to do anything, and then the pot was boiling, and the male reporter from Hong Kong hurried over to order instant noodles and seasonings.

The guide was a little embarrassed, but he didn't expect everyone to eat it. I don't know where I got such a strong force, and said, "If you don't eat it, I'll eat it." ”

I pulled out a long worm from my pocket, and the good guy straightened it out and was half a meter long, slimy and slimy in a straight line. Everybody was looking at me.

As soon as I gritted my teeth, bit my head, stretched my tail with one hand, closed my eyes, and inhaled violently, I felt that my mouth was cool and sweet, not like eating insects, but like drinking a glass of ice wine.

It's just that I'm not very skilled in eating, and a lot of mud also enters my mouth, confusing the taste, sweet and bitter with astringency.

Everyone cut and wash the mushrooms, put them in the pot of instant noodles, and buckle them with a lid. Wait for five or six minutes, and the aroma can't stop coming out of the cracks. We're all hungry. I had a great appetite, and I ate a bag of bugs with my guide.

Tang Shuo was stunned, pointed at me and said, "You are not afraid of parasites." ”

I was stunned when I heard him say this, how could I forget this stubble, but I have eaten it all, what else can I do.

I looked at the guide and thought that this insect was often eaten by their mountain people, and if there was a problem, it would not have been eaten a long time ago, and it should be fine.

When the pot boiled, we stepped forward to divide the mushroom instant noodle soup, ate cleanly, the Hong Kong cameraman was the fattest, he drank the bottom of the pot, hugged his stomach and shouted cool.

After eating, they couldn't leave, so everyone went to the tent to rest. The tent was huge, we all had simple sleeping bags, and I didn't take off my clothes and slept in it.

I slept so happily that when I opened my eyes, it was already dark outside. The mountains and forests at night are not only not hot, but also a little cold, with a large temperature difference and a cool breeze. I stood outside with my shoulders crossed, enjoying the cool breeze for a while.