At this time, the foreign monk came to greet my grandfather and a few of them, saying that the people had arrived, and they immediately set off on their way, hoping to arrive at Changma Village before dark, so a group of people left Yumen Pass and set off.

My grandfather and a few of them also came on horseback, my grandfather and the little ghost monkey rode on the same horse, and Xiao Laodao master and apprentice each had a horse.

At this time, Chu Xuan and Mu Bai rode at the front of the team, because they were more familiar with the paths in this area, and were responsible for leading the way in front, my grandfather followed behind them, and a few foreigners and two Westerners rode camels and walked at the end.

In the form of a column, a group of people marched all the way west, slowly heading towards the depths of the Gobi.

At that time, the specific route taken by the team, my grandfather has not remembered very clearly, he only knew that it was along a river in the north of Yumen Pass, listening to Xiao Laodao said, what is the "Shule River", the locals call it "Changma River", although the river surface is not as wide as the Yellow River, the water flow is very turbulent, looking from a distance, the water waves are rushing, the momentum is like a rainbow.

Walking along the Changma River for more than an hour, a section of the ancient Great Wall appeared in front of it, the ruins and broken walls, dilapidated, like a green dragon that had lost its life, silently stopped on the Gobi Desert, unmoving.

Passing through the ancient Great Wall, although the Gobi Desert is still not visible at a glance, but the road is a lot more difficult to walk, it can be said that there is basically no road, there are clusters of meadows and swamps puddles everywhere in front of you, Chu Xuan and Mu Bai who lead the way go around between these meadow swamps, making the road seem long and tortuous.

At this time, my grandfather has lost his previous excitement, the feeling of the sky and the earth is wide is gone, and he only feels that these meadow swamps seem to never be able to go to the end, looking into the distance, boundless, it will inevitably make him have visual fatigue, if it is not for the outline of the ancient Great Wall behind him that is gradually moving away as a reference, he will mistakenly think that a group of people are spinning in place in the meadow swamp.

On the way, several groups of people still went their own way, and there was little communication between them, only Chu Xuan and the old and the young occasionally said a few words, although this Chu Xuan was as cold as ice to others, but he was extremely cheerful in the face of this old and one young, and the laughter was also thrilling, the old man was dizzy when he saw it, but my grandfather never looked at her directly.

A group of people, non-stop until the sky is about to get dark, not far in front of a fairly neat Gobi desert, there are more than a dozen domed yurts on the Gobi Desert, this yurt style, similar to the yurt, but easier to disassemble and carry than the yurt, is one of the symbols of the nomads.

Not far from the yurt, there are a few rattan fences made of shrubs and other enclosures (pronouncing juan second sound, captive circles), in the fence are locked up horses, cattle and sheep respectively, a few big dogs with strong heads, keep wandering around the fence, after seeing my grandfather and these people, several big dogs immediately rushed over and surrounded the horses and horses (yin fourth sound) barked lowly, although there was no attack, but it was annoying.

When the little ghost monkey saw this, he jumped down from my grandfather's horse, and saw no movement from it, but the big dogs, as if they had seen a plague god, let out a terrible wail from their mouths, and turned around and ran back to the fence, huddled together, and trembled.

Seeing this, my wife and the others looked at each other and smiled.

Except for my grandfather and a few of them, the others looked at the little ghost monkey with strange eyes, even Mu Bai's cold face showed a little surprise, a few foreigners needless to say, they were all dumbfounded, obviously they didn't know the true identity of the little ghost monkey, and they didn't even find out that it was just a monkey wearing a robe and a hat.

At this moment, a few shepherds in wide robes came out of the yurt, and saw a few big dogs frightened like that, and they roared a few words, my grandfather didn't know what they were roaring, maybe they were scolding a few big dogs for being useless.

The old man and the young man who were in charge of driving the camels for the foreigners hurriedly greeted them, and Chu Xuan also hurriedly dismounted and walked behind the old man and the young man.

On the road, my grandfather vaguely heard Chu Xuan calling the young man who drove the camel "Dawa" and the old man "Tsomu".

Dawa means "moon" in Tibetan, Nyima means "sun" in Tibetan, and Tsomu means "sea" in Tibetan.

Let's call the old and the young, Little Dawa and Old Tsom. If any Tibetan friend sees this and thinks that it is inappropriate, please say it, and I will correct it immediately.

Chu Xuan, as well as Xiao Dawa and Lao Cuom, didn't know how to communicate with these herdsmen, and several herdsmen quickly walked over to my grandfather with a smile, their teeth were particularly white, and their smiles were also very sincere and honest.

Several people came to my grandfather and their horses, and at the same time put their hands on their chests, and enthusiastically saluted my grandfather and them.

However, these herdsmen didn't seem to welcome foreigners very much, and after meeting my grandfather, they turned around and went back, leaving the next few foreigners there.

My grandfather heard the bearded Pound yelling "wedge" dissatisfied, and he didn't know what it meant, probably not a good word, and George on the side hurriedly muttered a few words to him, as if to persuade him.

Several foreigners got off the camel one after another, Chu Xuan walked up to the foreign monk and said a few words, the foreign monk nodded and greeted everyone, Changma Village arrived, find a place to rest, and live in this small village at night.

Perhaps this foreign monk's Chinese proficiency is limited, and the translation is wrong, this is just a small nomadic tribe, not a village.

These shepherds are very hospitable, hurriedly cook wine and slaughter sheep, at dinner, it is mare's milk wine, and it is roast mutton, especially for Chu Xuan and Mubai, especially for Chu Xuan, they are particularly important, and they frequently toast, Chu Xuan doesn't drink much, they all drink for her with cold noodles, and the amount of wine is not small, and she poured more than a dozen bowls in a while.

In my grandfather's opinion, the "sand wolf" group should have frequent contact with these herdsmen, and it is estimated that these herdsmen have been sorted out in advance.

The foreigners were not used to drinking mare's milk wine, so George took out another bottle of red wine like swill, and several foreigners were eating and drinking while muttering something. Although they are not used to drinking wine, they seem to be particularly fond of roast mutton, and they eat one by one without a little gentlemanly demeanor.

My grandfather and a few of them were also poured a few bowls by these herdsmen, but fortunately, this mare's milk wine is not as spicy as the original wine, and it tastes like drinking water, but my grandfather didn't know at the time that this wine has a lot of strength.

A group of people gathered around the bonfire outside the yurt to stagger, eat and drink, although limited by language and geography, but also harmonious, these herdsmen are particularly bold, after drinking a few bowls of wine, around the bonfire and singing and dancing, let my grandfather appreciate the nomadic uninhibited, for a moment, let him have a kind of dancing to figure out the shadow, how it seems to be in the world of illusion, can not help but envy these herdsmen.

After eating and drinking, it was time to rest, because the number of yurts was limited, and there was no place for many people to sleep at night. At this time, the foreign monk asked Xiao Dawa to take off a few big burdens from the hunchback, pulled out a few quilts from the burden, and sent them to my grandfather and Mu Bai respectively.

My grandfather took a look at the quilt, it was cylindrical, more than three feet wide, and more than one person long, not so much a quilt, but a cotton bag. My grandfather said in his heart, these foreign devils are really good at drumming up some strange things.

My grandfather didn't know that this was the earliest "sleeping bag", which was filled with kapok at that time.

Because of the danger when going out, my wife and a few of them controlled not drinking much, just when a few people gathered around a cluster of burning bonfires, ready to get into the sleeping bag to sleep, the little ghost monkey suddenly became restless, barked twice, and gestured to a few people, someone followed behind, and since the departure, someone has been following.

Xiao Laodao and my grandfather immediately became alert, Xiao Laodao gestured and asked it, how many people are there? The imp monkey stretched out three fingers.

Three? Who could it be?

Xiao Laodao and my grandfather looked at each other suspiciously, and Xiao Laodao immediately ordered a few people to be careful when sleeping at night.

It's night. Although this is not a desert, but there has been a temperature difference between day and night, the sun during the day makes people's scalp hot, but at night it can freeze people shivering, fortunately the sleeping bag is warm enough, and after drinking, my wife and they did not feel a trace of chill.

About the time I slept until the second watch, my grandfather faintly heard a tremor from the ground, and it seemed that a large group of people were rushing here, and he woke up immediately.

When he got his head out of the sleeping bag, except for Xiao Shiyi, Xiao Laodao, Xiao Chujiu, and the little ghost monkey all showed their heads out of the sleeping bag.

My grandfather nodded at Xiao Laodao, quietly got out of the sleeping bag, pulled out the Liangyi Yin and Yang Sword in his waist, and motioned for Xiao Laodao and Xiao Chujiu to wait here and take a look around.

At this time, the bonfire beside him had been extinguished, and only a few sparks in the fire were flickering and extinguishing by the night wind, like a ghost eye in the middle of the night watching everyone.

In the sky, the crescent moon is bright, making the entire Gobi look like it is covered with frost, and the cold silence makes people panic.

Not far away, there were two bonfires, which had also been extinguished, a few foreigners were sleeping next to one bonfire, and the other was sleeping Mu Bai and Xiao Dawa Lao Cuom, Chu Xuan Because she was a girl, these herdsmen deliberately gave up a yurt for her to rest.

At this time, several foreigners slept like dead pigs, and from time to time there was a snoring sound that broke the night, and Mu Bai's sleeping bag was at the moment when my grandfather got out of the sleeping bag, my grandfather noticed that he moved. My grandfather thinks that this guy is awake, but he hasn't moved. The Last Ghost Hunter:

In the distance, several big dogs found my grandfather out of the sleeping bag, and they all raised their heads from the ground to look at my grandfather, and their mouths seemed to be about to send out threatening low hair, at this time, the little ghost monkey came out of the sleeping bag and ran to my grandfather, and several big dogs hurriedly shrank their heads and continued to sleep.

There was silence around the yurt, and from time to time the snoring and dreams of the shepherds could be heard from the yurt.

After my grandfather took the little ghost monkey around the yurt room, he didn't find anything abnormal, just when my grandfather was about to return to the sleeping bag, the little ghost monkey pulled the corner of my grandfather's clothes, pointed to the distance, and said in a thug style, the sound came from that direction, and it was very close.

My grandfather hurriedly lay on the ground and listened, and the sound became more and more urgent, and when he stood up and looked in that direction by the moonlight, he saw that there seemed to be a black oppression as far as his eye could see, and he couldn't see what it was.

Without waiting for my grandfather to take a closer look, at this time, several big dogs barked frantically, perhaps because my grandfather and the little ghost monkey blocked their way, and a few dogs were afraid of the little ghost monkey, otherwise they would probably have rushed over.

At this time, the whole tribe woke up and climbed out of their sleeping bags and out of the yurt.

Before the people in the tribe could react, the sound of chaotic horses' hooves came, and in the blink of an eye, they were close to the yurt. -The Last Ghost Hunter-