At first, after we arrived in Litang, since we wanted to appreciate the scenery and mystery of the Tibetan area, it was natural to go to Gnie Shenshan to take a turn. The Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info Gnee Sacred Mountain is one of the most famous sacred mountains in Tibet, there are many monks who have practiced here in history, and it is also the birthplace of Tibetan Buddhism in the South Kham area, and a large number of Tibetans or followers of Tibetan Buddhism come here every year to make pilgrimages. I heard that this mountain opens on the map, like a blooming snow lotus, which is very mysterious.

I was very excited, and my teammates discussed staying in Litang County for two days, and there were those who were willing to go to Gnie Shenshan, and those who were unwilling to go stayed in Litang County for repair. As a result, most of the people in the team had been to Gnie Shenshan before, and said that they wanted to go around other places this time, and only Ma Qizi and I had similar interests.

Ma Dianzi is a man about thirty years old, formerly known as Ma Mingdong, a native of Northeast China, always said that his ancestors were a very famous big locks in the Northeast, that is, the meaning of bandits, friends who have watched "Outwitting Tiger Mountain" must have understood. Ma Dianzi often brought out the history of his ancestors and talked exaggeratedly, saying that at that time, the old Ma family monopolized several mountains as the king, how to be a cow x, how to be a skill, and came and went, and got a nickname for Ma Dianzi. I once joked to him, "Silk, that's a nickname given to bandits by the common people, which is equivalent to swearing, have you ever seen a Japanese pirate who called a self-sufficient child a Japanese pirate before?" One meaning! ”

Ma Dianzi snorted, puffed on the butt of the cigarette and shouted: "You can pull it down, why is the silk scolding?!" In our Gada Locks, that's the equivalent of a thief! Does Chu Liuxiang know? Same aunt! Don't say anything else, let's just say that our old Ma family, in our area, it is robbing the rich and helping the poor, benefiting one party, that is ......"

Before he could finish, I waved my hand to interrupt: "Gotta get it!" You are full of big bud rice stubble and fragrant! Okay, you're a thief, your old Ma family is a thief! ”

Ma Qizi gave me a desperate look, "You little fart knows a fart!" ”

This rough-faced man who compares himself to Chu Liuxiang, I don't know why he is so naïve when he is older, but Ma Dianzi's personality is still quite atmospheric, in their Northeast dialect, it is, open!

The bright Horse Hair and I hit it off and decided to go to the mysterious Gnie Holy Mountain the next day. However, the Li team was full of responsibility at that time, and they were worried that something would happen to the two of us who had never been to Mount Kinabalu or any accident, so they finally decided to go with us, and of course I raised my hands in favor. Early in the morning of the second day after arriving in Litang County, the three of us traveled lightly and went straight to Genie Sacred Mountain.

Coincidentally, it rained lightly as soon as it was a day, and the locals had a saying, "You can't see anything in the rainy Gnie Mountain", but we didn't believe in evil, and went out wrapped in thick jackets. Anyone who has been to Tibetan areas knows how cold it is in the rainy mountainous areas, not to mention that the average altitude of the Gnie Mountains is more than 4,500 meters.

We took a ride directly to the hinterland of Gnie Mountain, where the altitude was more than 5,000, and the air was already quite thin, but fortunately, the rain gradually decreased and gradually stopped, which made the three of us extremely excited. ”。

It is impossible to go to the entire Gnie Mountains in two days, and we just want to have a rough experience of the Sacred Mountain, and if we are lucky, we will meet the Tibetans who have made a pilgrimage to the mountain and feel their powerful faith.

After the rain, the mountain is full of large backlog clouds that seem to be suspended overhead, the distant mountains are near, surrounded by white mist, along the way, you can actually see herdsmen riding horses to graze, the scene in the mountains is already a meadow, the meadow is full of stones, and there are large and small seas, very beautiful, we even saw a large and primitive cedar forest, which made me and the horse hairs exclaim. In comparison, the Li team is much calmer, just holding a very professional-looking camera to shoot left and right, and occasionally seeing the spectacular scenery, they are also very calm and exclaiming, "What a wonder of nature!" ", five stars on the X index.

In the afternoon, Xu Zhen was blessed by the Buddha, and we really met a group of Tibetans who made a pilgrimage to the mountains.

That's when I met the first person I would have crossed paths with in the future. A Tibetan man named Kampot.

First of all, the sharp-eyed Ma Dianzi was the first to discover this group of Tibetans, they were wearing not very clean thick Tibetan robes, and they were wearing a long black apron of leather, let's call it an apron, it looked like a kind of leather skirt for kneeling and bowing to the ground when turning the mountain. The faces were men and women, all lean and swarthy, covered in dust and frost, but their eyes were clear and reverent, and they bowed their heads in three steps, and because they had to bow down with their whole bodies in the highest courtesy, they also tied a small wooden plank with a belt two fingers wide so as not to rub their palms.

Seeing such a strong act of faith, the Tibetans did not dare to mess around anymore, and folded their hands and saluted to those people, which was also a way to worship the Buddha. When the Tibetans saw us, they were not surprised at all, but showed a kind smile and saluted us back, probably because there were too many tourists and travelers who came to the Gani Sacred Mountain, and they were not surprised.

Team Li and I wanted to just take a look from the sidelines, but Ma Qizi pulled us forward, tried to keep our voices soft, and asked kindly, "Excuse me, can you speak Chinese?" Chinese? Chinese? "As he spoke, he gestured, and I heard a black line.

At this time, a small man among the Tibetans replied in stiff Chinese:

"I will, I will, speak, Chinese"

The man who spoke took off the small plank and walked out of the crowd. It was a relatively short man, who looked quite young, with a typical Tibetan appearance, with long curly hair, loosely tied behind his head, and he folded his hands, "My name is Kampot, what's the matter?" ”

Ma Dianzi said that he wanted to try a turn of the mountain, asked if he could lend him a leather apron and plank, and said that he wanted to pray for his sick mother. When Kampot heard this, he showed a neat row of white teeth, and without saying a word, he took off his leather apron and handed it to the horse hair with a wooden plank, and said in his mouth, "Tashi Delek, God, bless you, mother"

Lady Shawl was delighted, threw the backpack to me, and took the leather apron and plank with both hands. He was much taller than Kampot, and after putting it on, he only reached a little below his knees, and he looked like a pork rong selling meat in the market, and the group of Tibetans laughed kindly when they saw the nondescript virtue of Ma Dianzi, but Ma Dianzi didn't care at all, and gestured to let a Tibetan teach him how to bow down, and tried to make a few and mixed in with the group of Tibetans to turn up the mountain in a decent way.

I wanted to follow the rotation, but I hurt my waist the day before yesterday, and there was nothing wrong with climbing, but it was a bit reluctant to kowtow like this, so I had to give up. After walking for a while, seeing the piety of the horse hairs, the Li team also borrowed a set of equipment to bow down.

So, only me, Kampot, and the Tibetan who had borrowed the equipment of the Li team walked slowly behind the team. Kampot saw that I had three backpacks on my body and offered to help me share them. I was wearing a scarf to shelter from the wind and a beanie, so that my facial features were not exposed except for my eyes, and when I took off my backpack and gave it to Kampot, I felt that it was inconvenient, so I took off the scarf and stuffed it into my backpack.

Kampot's originally calm eyes suddenly became solemn the moment they saw my face! For some reason, it suddenly stared at my face.

I was puzzled, touched my face strangely, and asked, "Something on my face?" ”

Kampot didn't speak, and the pilgrim crowd walked slowly forward, a short distance from us. Kampot stared for a moment, then suddenly knelt down and kowtowed solemnly to the west, he raised his hands above his head, and spoke in Tibetan that I did not understand, looking very excited.

I was stunned on the spot and didn't know what was going on, Kampot stood up after kowtowing, untied a half-meter-long cylinder hidden in the inner layer of the Tibetan robe, solemnly held it out and handed it to me, I took it inexplicably, "This is?" ……”

"This is, your things, I will give back to you by the will of the gods!"

Kampot spoke very forcefully, and his eyes were unusually firm.

I was even more surprised that the cylinder in my hand was obviously a container, made of brass, and quite heavy. I shook it, and I heard a slight rustling sound, and it looked like something was in the tube. When I was in school, the dormitory building I lived in was adjacent to the dormitory building of the Academy of Fine Arts, and I could always see those students of the Academy of Fine Arts carrying large and small cylinders like this, so I was not unfamiliar with them. It's just that this cylindrical vessel in my hand is slightly different from ordinary utensils, and the whole cylinder is densely engraved with Tibetan characters around the periphery, I don't know how to read Tibetan characters, so I can't understand what these Tibetan words mean, but I feel that this is an old object that has been passed down, depending on the color and degree of wear, it has a history of at least 100 years.

Kampot motioned for me to open it, but I hesitated, my eyes unconsciously looking at my teammates. This is a state peculiar to young people of my age, because the conformity of city life has left me with little resilience and endurance, and my first reaction when encountering such unthinkable things is to ask for help from people who are more experienced than me.

But alas, the Li team and the Ma Yizi had gradually moved away with the pilgrimage procession, and even though they were walking very slowly, they had distanced themselves from me for a long time, enough to be discernible to any strange behavior on my side. I couldn't get help, I started to panic, and Kampot asked me to open this thing, and my first reaction was to wonder if this little Tibetan was cheating on me? In fact, because of the crackdown on scammers in the whole country in those two years, the cheating methods of scammers were popularized on television and the Internet, so that any strange person who made any strange conversation would be considered the beginning of fraud.

As soon as the thought came to me, I immediately denied myself and immediately felt a deep sense of guilt. Although I don't believe in Buddhism, I still have a lot of respect for people who can make pilgrimages to the mountains for months on end, and it is impossible for someone with such a strong faith to do such a thing.

So, what is he going to do? What's in the cylinder?