After bidding farewell to Egger, Uncle Guge led us on our way towards the village.

Not far behind the big tree covered with red leaves, there were two boulders like hills, which looked like one from a distance, and when you got closer, you could see that they were two overlapping pieces. There is a narrow gap between the overlapping front and back of the boulders, and this is the only way into the village.

Turn out of the boulder and a village will appear in front of you. It is a village built entirely on the natural barrier of nature. There are about forty or fifty families living in the village, and all the houses are surrounded by a few large trees, and the shade of the rocks and trees is cleverly used to make it impossible to see that such a village exists. Even on satellite images, no trace of the village can be seen.

The members of the investigation team were amazed by such a village.

Once in the village, Uncle Guge handed us over to the leader of the tribe. The leader asked his son to take us to the ancestral hall. The leader's son is called Bakken, who is about the same age as Li Lili, and he is also very familiar with Li Lili. As soon as the two met, they chattered non-stop.

The ancestral hall is located at the back of the village, in front of the door is a vacant lot, behind the clearing, there is a wall, inside is a relatively tall building. We walked through the main door, which was a passage and then the lobby of the main building. There is a small door on the left and right of the hall, and behind the small door is a small courtyard. In the middle of the small courtyard is an open-air patio with a room on the left and right. We piled our backpacks in the patio and started tidying up the house.

In the end, there are many people and there is great power, and in a few moments, we have the house tidied up. All the men live in one room, and the girls live in the other. Although there were no beds in the house, everyone was carrying bedding, so there was nothing inconvenient.

While everyone was packing up their things, I slipped into the hall of the ancestral hall alone. The front of the hall is dedicated to the ancestral tablets of this tribesman. There was a group of murals on each side of the hall, and I looked at them one by one and understood that they were about the tribe's migration and building a new home. In each of these murals, a white wolf is depicted in a prominent position. It is clear that this tribe believes in the wolf totem.

I looked forward from the last mural, and I stopped in front of the first mural.

The picture shows a tranquil lake, and the mirror-like water reflects the embrace of the mountains. The purity of the long sky reflects my soaring thoughts. I suddenly felt that I had come from a thousand years of dust, just a heartbeat away from this lake. This lake has no branches, no lead, no disguise or covering, and is as holy as a child. Without words, the inner world of the lake is the light, shining on the desires of all hearts. Where the wind passed, the star-like shimmering waves were like little elves, dancing as they wished. It is the rippling melody of the heartbeat of the lake and the words of the wind, the clarity of the mountain spring, and the ethereal spirit of time. At this moment, the image from my dream came to the fore.

I set my eyes on the picture of the lake. After a long time, I closed my eyes, and another image appeared in front of my eyes. In the distance, a band of blue water sparkled in the embrace of the mountains. Standing between the sky and the mountains, this is the lake of my dreams. The momentum of the lake in the dream is awe-inspiring. The sun on the lake in the dream was dazzling, the sky was blue, and the clouds stayed on the other side of the lake in the endless dream. Occasionally, a few unnamed birds flew by in the sky. The lake water in the sun is blue, and it is a layered blue. At the far end of the lake is a brilliant royal blue, followed by a solemn deep blue, followed by a slow light blue, extending to a romantic pale blue, but closer the lake has become a transparent blue. The cold wind gusted, blowing layers of waves. Standing in the wind, through the waves, you can clearly see the colorful pebbles at the bottom of the water nearby. On the lake, there is not a single sail shadow or a trace of a boat. The trees of the island in the middle of the lake stand in a variety of ways, gazing at the meadow on this side of the lake. In the meadow, a few cows are leisurely foraging, and a few horses are looking around curiously. When you look at the lake in a moment, it's not the blue world you just had. The whole lake is a thick turquoise, sparkling, the lake in the dream is like a huge piece of jasper, tranquil and peaceful under the empty sky. The water of the lake in my dream is changing colors every minute, and it is unimaginable. The beauty of the lake in my dream is an unpredictable beauty. No one knows what kind of demeanor the lake in the dream will show to people in the next minute. But every demeanor of the lake in the dream is enough to make people haunt their dreams. Gradually, I felt a light all around me, and this light surrounded me warmly, and I felt the temperature of the lake in my dream, the breath of the lake in my dream, the transparency of the lake in my dream, and the transparency seeping from my pores into my skin, from my skin into my veins, from my veins to the bottom of my heart. I felt that my whole being had become transparent, and only my thoughts were like a lotus flower, quietly blooming on a transparent surge. At this time, the lake in the dream was full of brilliance, and the colors that suddenly condensed and changed were difficult to describe in words. At this moment, it seems that what is surging in the lake in the dream is no longer the lake, but countless circles of light, countless clusters of light, and countless rays of light. These lights are intertwined, sometimes moving slowly, sometimes soaring, the light flowing and the light confused. It makes you feel like you're in a mythical world.

"These paintings are all about our ancestors."

A voice sounded behind me. I looked back and saw that it was Bakken. I nodded, pointing to the white wolf in the mural. "We are descendants of the wolf clan, and the white wolf in the painting is the protector of our clan. ”

Bakken's remark cleared me up all the questions I had about the mural. I pointed to the last mural and asked Bakken if he knew where it was. Bakken smiled and said that of course he knew that the mountain in the painting was Bogda and the lake was Bogda, which was where their ancestors lived.

I thought about it for a moment and said, "There should be another big mountain in this mountain." In the mountains, there should be a more beautiful lake. It's a pity that I can't see it in the painting. ”

Bakken listened to me and was surprised. He said, "Have you ever been to Bogda?" What you said is exactly what the Archmage said. ”

I said, "Archmage has been to Bogda?" ”