The closer we are to the sky, the closer we are to heaven, and the farther we are from our kind, the closer we are to danger. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

There is no time limit for our mission, but it is best to complete it as soon as possible.

The further I went, the more pronounced my altitude sickness became, but I treated myself with acupuncture and it was very effective, and we started chatting on the way.

From the chat, I learned that Dewang was originally a warrior monk, and he used to be the iron-roded lama of Youfang, who enlisted in the army because of a special mission, and Namu Dacuo was just the opposite of him.

The son of a wooden man, Namu Dacuo joined the army at the age of eighteen, but at the age of twenty he was sent by the army to the Jokhang Temple to study Mahayana Buddhism for this mission.

The mission had a strong religious tie, with both Lipu and Drojima being Tibetans, but the former was the chief's guard with reliable military skills and loyalty, and the latter was a special forces.

Alimisher is a madwoman, we left her but couldn't find the destination of the mission, the black unicorn is a special mission, according to the past practice, if the mission fails, there will inevitably be a madman and a Tibetan mastiff who will return alive.

We are all pessimistic about this mission. However, I have some exceptions, because I am a person who has returned from the underworld, and it would be best if Zheng Xiumin could come and carry out this task together. However, after I slept in the camp, I dialed her mobile phone number through the ghost phone and was told that it had been turned off.

With Namu Dacuo leading the way, we rushed to the altar before dark.

After coming here, I realized why no one wanted to come to this holy place.

A flat rock looked up at the sky alone, and this messy white bone remained on it, which was a celestial burial platform.

I don't need them to explain, I know what a celestial burial is?

Dolmaji found some dry grass under the snow and burned it on the altar.

The rest of the men began to unload, and Namu Datso took Alimishe, who had fallen asleep, from his horse, and Lipu laid out the felt.

We camped around the altar, and Dewang took out the jerky and wine for everyone to eat.

I remembered a poem, and I silently recited it to the night sky: On the spiritual platform, there is a slight fire of stars, and I bow my head secretly and worship.

This poem is not short, I only read the beginning, and I have a hunch that our future fate is closely related to this poem.

Vultures and jackdaws hover in the night sky, wailing from time to time.

After we had eaten and drunk enough, Dewang ordered us to take turns to watch the night, with the exception of Alimishe, who was a madwoman.

I couldn't sleep, so I volunteered to stay overnight, an hour each.

This is the East 5th District, I set the time correctly, it's 10 o'clock at night, and by 11 o'clock, I'll wake up Rip.

In boredom, I looked at the black unicorn, when it was not angry, it was very docile, I kept stroking its shiny fur, its teeth and claws were very sharp, but there were two scars left on its neck, one left and one right, which were covered by its folds.

In the introduction of the old chief, there is a Tibetan mastiff that has returned alive, but this one is not the first time it has returned alive, this is just a son.

Tibetan mastiffs can track their own kind by distinguishing the smell or urine left behind by their own kind.

Dewang said that when he compared him with the black unicorn, he sighed to himself.

It is true that a man is sometimes inferior to a dog.

I hugged the neck of the black unicorn and looked towards the altar, the messy white bones had been thrown away by Zhuo Maji, and now there was only a pile of coals left.

Although the altar was flat, it was a bed reserved for the deceased.

I continued to recite Cangyang Gyatso's poem, and then I read Bingxin's "Sending the Divine Comedy: Prayer", and at this moment I felt as if I had returned to my college days and become a "poet".

The night sky was dotted with stars, and a black cloud quickly obscured a round of hooked moon.

I'd love to know if there's anything wrong with this place? But I couldn't ask these Tibetan soldiers directly about this question, for fear of offending their religious beliefs.

In the distance, on the cliff, a pair of green lights appeared, and I knew that they were the eyes of a wild wolf, and the red eyes were that of a fox.

My hands were warmed from the fur of the black unicorn, and then I pulled out the desert eagle from my belt, and the black unicorn looked at me warily before lying down again.

It has developed trust in me that I will never shoot a bullet at my friends, including animals.

Pulling back from the magazine, I carefully examined the bullets inside, they were definitely not recreation bullets for exercises, each one was a high-explosive round, like the bullet in my revolver. As for the Chuntian resistance rifle, it was very light and accurate, and the capacity of the magazine was changed to fifteen rounds.

An hour was easy to stay up, and when I looked at my watch, it was already eleven o'clock, and I woke up Ripper, who rubbed his eyes, called the black unicorn, and then stepped aside.

I lay down in his place, the felt was already warm from his body, and it was comfortable to lie on it. I closed my eyes and prepared to make another ghost call to Jung so-min.

In her dreams, Alimisher said, "My Alimisher, poor child, why are you so persistent? ”

I was startled and asked, "Isn't this madwoman the real Alimishe?" "But I don't know the real Alimishe, Namu Datso said yes!

In my sleep, I didn't dial Zheng Xiumin's phone, so I tried to dial Fu Xiaowan's mobile phone number, but no one answered, what happened to this ghost signal?

But I can still go out of my body and wander in all directions.

Surrounded by our bodies, I tried to drift farther and found that there were rolling mountains for hundreds of miles, with foxes and wild wolves, and there might be a legendary "snowman" here, but I had never seen it.

When I returned to my body, I looked at the mad woman, who had already woken up, got up, and climbed towards the altar, where Lipu, who was on duty at night, hurriedly stopped her and questioned her.

Alimisher said vaguely, "Get out of the way, I'm going to accept the blessings of the gods!" ”

Rip pulled her down, Alimisher was a little angry, and ran into the distance, and Rip went to pull her again, and the other party said, "I'm going to go for convenience, do you still want to follow?" ”

"Of course I'm going to follow you, what if you're in danger?" Rip replied stubbornly.

Alimisher crouched down next to us, pulled down her pants and started to make it easier, but Ripp hurriedly dragged her aside, and said, "You're such a crazy woman!" ”

The mad woman, after convenience, returned to the place where she had been lying and continued to sleep, and she soon began to dream again, and I tried to enter her dream, but the first time without success.

Her hair was scattered, but there was still a broken hairpin in it, and to my surprise, the other end of the broken stump was in her skull, and she was still alive!

My soul entered her brain along the severed sockets, and in the layers of grooves, I felt like I had returned to Guru Padmasambhava's palm prints, unable to distinguish the direction, unable to determine my position, unable to find the way out.

In her mind, a fantastical image suddenly appeared, in which the picture was a boundless desert, and two armies were fighting on horseback.

The fantasy is that one side is riding the winged BMW on his back, holding a golden sword, wearing gold armor, and the other side is wearing black armor, holding a magic fork, leading a mastiff, which seems to be a battle between the heavenly soldiers and the devil, and the mastiff is with the devil.