Luo Fei walked down the hill with Zhuoma, when Zhuoma usually looks at us, you can feel the arrogance in its eyes, as if it despises us, but when it sees Luo Fei, it hangs its head, looking very relaxed and comfortable.

When Dolma came to Luo Fei, he put his nose on Luo Fei's nose and sniffed it, and after that, a scene that surprised me appeared.

In normal times, if Uncle Liu is not by Dolma's side, every time we approach it alone, it will open its mouth and hiss at us, as if to warn us not to approach it. But not only did it take the initiative to approach Luo Fei, but after sniffing Luo Fei, it also rubbed its face on Luo Fei's arm very affectionately.

I suddenly realized that the reason why Dorjee was close to Luo Fei was definitely not because of some kind of coincidence, Luo Fei seemed to have a particularly strange power in him, which could easily tame these most ferocious animals.

Luo Fei gently patted Dolma's cheek with his hand, and Dolma seemed to enjoy the gentle patting, letting out a cheerful and gentle hissing sound.

After that, Luo Fei turned over and got on the horse, and Dolma did not resist in the slightest.

Tashi Tsering, who was standing on the side, looked at Luo Fei and then at Zhuoma, and the whole person was stunned.

We didn't delay too long, and simply said goodbye to Tashi Tsering, and Liu Shangang and I rode a horse and led another horse in our hands, and returned to the residential area with Luo Fei.

We wrapped the things we had prepared before in soft bags and felt, and carried them on horseback, and Uncle Liu and they also came to help.

Uncle Liu seemed to have expected Luo Fei to submit Dolma, and when he saw Luo Fei sitting on Dolma's back, his expression did not fluctuate much.

I asked Uncle Liu if he had contacted my master, and Uncle Liu said that he had been contacted, but my master is now in Myanmar and can't come back.

I asked Uncle Liu again if my master had sent anyone else, and Uncle Liu said succinctly, "No." ”

I think Master probably had something very troublesome in Burma, otherwise he would never have completely ignored us. But in any case, this time, we can only deal with it on our own.

The patriarch was worried that we would sleep on the road, so he prepared things for us to set up tents, but the packages were too large and heavy, and hanging on the horse's back would not only easily wear down the horse's fur, but also slow down our travel.

Later we abandoned our tent and hit the road with only five sleeping bags.

After Dorjee led us out of the pasture, we headed due west, at first I knew it was due west, but after walking for a long time, I had no sense of direction at all.

Heaven, earth, grassland, occasional hills, streams, this is the environment we are in, in the afternoon, a sudden fog surrounded us, in this vast grassland, I can't see too *** can not discern the direction.

But Dorjee doesn't seem to need the sun to discern the direction, and along the way, I feel that every step it takes is extremely sure and firm.

At night, the fog still did not dissipate, and I felt that something was wrong, so I asked Dorjee if he wanted to wait for the fog to dissipate before leaving.

As Dorjee ran, he turned around and called at me twice.

Xian'er translated: "Dorjee said that there is fog, which means that we are on the right track." The fog will remain for the rest of the journey. ”

That night, we settled down behind a hill that could keep the wind out, lit a campfire, and a few of us hid in our sleeping bags to eat something and warm ourselves by the fire.

Dorjee went out to look for food after we settled down, and when it left us, it was already hungry, and at this time, Dorjee lost his usual tame appearance at all, and his eyes were full of murder. At that moment, it had turned into a real beast. But even when we were hungry, Dorjee still didn't hurt us.

In the morning, when I opened my eyes, I saw that Dorjee had fallen asleep next to Luo Fei's sleeping bag, and the corners of his mouth were stained with blood.

Although no one knows what Dorjee ate last night, the process of eating must have been full of blood.

As Dorjee said, the fog was still gathering the next day, and there was no intention of dissipating. And I gradually realized that these fogs do not seem to be ordinary water mist, although they are like normal fog shrouded in the four fields and obscured our view, but in this layer of fog, we do not feel the slightest dampness.

It doesn't seem to be fog, but a thin smoke with no unusual smell.

After we had been walking in the fog for five days, some pebbles began to appear scattered on the ground, and there was no other body of water along the way except for a river we had seen two days earlier, and it was not known where the pebbles came from.

The further I went, the denser the arrangement of the pebbles became, and again, I saw a papier-mâché windmill stuck in a pyramidal pile of pebbles, and when the wind blew, the broken-looking windmill would keep turning and making a series of rough "clicks".

Dorjee said that when we saw the windmill, it meant that we were about to reach Mindu's residence.

On the evening of the sixth day, as we rested under a small hill that could keep out the wind, a faint sound of bells could be heard in the mist.

It was a very crisp bell ringing that made people feel calm.

I tried to find the source of the ringtone, but it didn't work, and no matter where I went, the ringing seemed to come from right above my head.

I slept late that night, and when Dorjee came back from foraging, I asked him what was going on with the ringing.

Dorjee's answer is the same as when he saw the windmill, when the bell rings, it means that we are about to reach Mindu's residence.

After a few days of traveling, I found that I was becoming more and more curious about sensitivity.

Early on the morning of the seventh day, we hit the road early, and the road was almost paved with cobblestones, and it was not uncommon to see piles of cobblestones with a colorful windmill spinning in the wind.

In the afternoon, the bell came again, and this time I finally made out the direction of the bell, which was far ahead of us.

Dorjee led us in the direction where the bell came from, and as the bell became clearer, a hill decorated with cobblestones slowly emerged in the mist.

The grass on the mountain is all that rare new green, full of life, when I was far away from the mountain, I used Liu Shangang's telescope to look at the side of the hill, and I saw a strangely shaped house on the mountain, each house is made of pebbles, if it is not for the telescope to see the materials used to build the house, but looking at the shape, it is easy to mistake these houses for a gray-white yurt.

The winding mountain road spreads from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, and at the foot of the mountain there is an ancient tree that splits from the middle, this tree is almost hollow, but it is still tenaciously alive, and the branches of the tree are covered with strings of wind chimes in addition to green leaves, and when the wind blows, the wind chimes shake together, and the crisp bell rings with it.

I asked Dorjee, "This is where Min Du lives?" ”

Dorjee let out a cheerful "purr" sound from his mouth, and I knew that his answer was yes.

However, I have to say that the residence of the sensitivity is indeed an extremely quiet place.

But apart from the wind chimes at the foot of the mountain, there was no sound in the mountain, and no one moved. I began to worry that maybe there was only one mountain here, but there was no sensitivity, after all, three thousand years have passed, and if there was no generation of sensitivity, we would have to come for nothing.

When we came to the foot of the mountain, out of a house near the foot of the mountain came a barefoot middle-aged man, wearing a very wide straw hat, and no one could see his face clearly.

I wanted to ask him if he was Sensitivity, but before I could speak, he spoke first, "You're here to find Sensitivity, aren't you?" ”

I nodded.

Then he turned and pointed to a white house on the top of the hill and said, "Mindu is there, go up and stay with the horses." ”

All our supplies are on horseback, leave the horse, in case he takes our things, we can't go back, to be honest, I don't really believe the man in front of me, but anyone who doesn't want to show his true face makes people feel suspicious.

I thought about it for a while, and planned to follow Dorjee alone to meet Mindu, and the others stayed here to watch the horses. But the man in the straw hat seemed to see through my thoughts, and heard him say, "Everyone go up and I'll help you watch the horses." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Dorjee ran along the mountain road towards the top of the mountain, and we hesitated for a while, but finally got off our horses and walked up the mountain road.

The trail was much narrower than we expected, and the grass was much taller than we thought, and as I walked on the trail, my hands hanging at my sides could touch the tips of the grass at the same time.

Dorjee seemed to deliberately slow down, and only after we could catch up with it did it pick up a little faster.

As soon as we reached the top of the mountain, someone on the other side of the door said, "Who is the person outside?" ”

The voice was young, and if I was right, the person who spoke was probably much younger than I was.

I clenched my fist towards the closed door: "Soul Village, there is a way on the left." ”

There was a sound of flipping books in the door, and after a while, I heard the voice say, "I've heard of Jisoulzhuang, but I haven't heard of it." ”

I said, "We came to Mindu, and Dorjee brought us here." ”

After saying this, there was no sound from the other side of the door for a long time.

Dorjee seemed to be waiting a little anxiously, so he raised his huge paw and scratched the door twice, and screamed twice.

After another moment, the door was opened, and a boy who looked to be only eight or nine years old came out of the crack in the door, he looked at Dorjee, and then at me, and his face suddenly became nervous: "What happened to the Jizo Tomb?" ”

I nodded, and Liang Houzai leaned in and asked the boy, "Are you Sendu?" ”

The boy didn't answer him, but pushed the door open, and then he walked deeper into the room without looking back, and said, "Come in, I'll go find something for you, and if it's too dark, turn on the light." ”

At this moment, I was dumbfounded when I saw the situation in the room, and I saw that the floor, on the table, and on the small bed in the corner, were piled up with all kinds of books, from ancient scrolls made of sheepskin to modern hardcovers, and all the books were stacked in such an irregular manner that there was almost no place to stay in the whole room.