(PS: Add more for the failure of the confession!) Ha ha. ）

"I do know the Black Lama, legend has it that he didn't die back then, but who knows?" The fat man continued to turn his pen: "If this report is true, then things are indeed interesting. ”

"So be it! We poke things up to Dawn for the Pangu people to check, and they have enough strength to get those things done. ”

"It's a good idea, but it's just a newspaper, and I think I can still find the truth." The fat man said, "Xie Chenhui told those people to get them ready, and we are going to act." ”

"Action?" Xie Chenhui wondered, "Where are we going?" ”

"The place of execution of the Black Lama." The fat man didn't look back and said, "You know who to leave to watch the house, right?" ”

It wasn't until I got in the car that I knew the fat man's style, that is, he did what he said and never procrastinated, and I heard a lot of them along the way, and at this time I knew that our real itinerary "Black Gobi" The fat man meant that we couldn't find the body of the black lama, but we could find the place where the black lama's men were executed.

The Black Lama was suddenly beheaded, and most of his retinue were captured. In a valley on the way back to Outer Mongolia, the captives who tried to resist were all shot and bloodied, and the hill became known as Red Rock Mountain. According to the declassified archives of Outer Mongolia, Hongshi Mountain is a low hill, and the scene of the blood-stained valley of the Black Lama's subordinates is nowhere to be found. Except for the words on the stone tablet of the border post, the red stone mountain is not red at all, but is scorched black, and the mountain is as if it has been scorched by the scorching sun, which is shocking.

"Where is Redstone Mountain?" I asked.

"Mamanshan Town is a sub-county-level town of Subei Mongolian Autonomous County. Red Rock Mountain is nearby, and it will take us at least a day to drive there. ”

This time there were 10 people we brought, and the fat man said that there must be some traces left on the Red Rock Mountain. Even if the dead are already buried in the ground, then even if this is the case, as long as they are dug up, they will be fine. But I was lost in thought, the one-eyed man? If this is the case, then the history of the Black Lama's fortune is something we should study carefully.

I checked that in the winter of 1920, the Black Lama and his tribe turned around and went south, out of the Sino-Mongolian Boundary Mountains, to the Black Gobi, the largest uninhabited area at the junction of Xinjiang, Gansu and Inner Mongolia in northwest China. They followed him to the Black Gobi. These are the only explanations for the Black Lama's recruitment. But what's weird is the identity of these people, people who can't get a foothold in Outer Mongolia? The identities of these people were explained in a single sentence, but who would have thought of those things if it weren't for the one-eyed man's report? I locked my phone, closed my eyes and thought to myself, "There must be something wrong with these people." ”

The next morning we rushed to the town of Horsehair Mountain, in the afternoon we had a casual meal in the town and the fat man arranged for someone to go out to find a place, because this place is close to the black desert, so every year there will be a large number of local tyrants to travel, so the herdsmen here heard that it is very hospitable.

In the evening, Xie Chenhui took us to a camp, which was actually a shepherd's house, and the owner of the house was a fifty-year-old man. There are also several boys from nearby mines who live with him. The house was newly built, large enough, but at best a covered "shed". The fat man pointed to those houses from afar and said that I have lived in such houses for many years, the winter is cool and the summer is warm, and the winter must be so cold that it can freeze people's souls, but the people who live here in winter are transferred. There was a well near the house, it was an ancient well, but the owner of the house apparently protected it very carefully. There is a large stone mill on the side of the well that is particularly heavy. It is also the legacy left by the predecessors to the homeowner. The stone mill was obviously not from the vicinity, and such stones could not be found in the vicinity for a day's journey. Obviously, it wasn't just someone who brought it here. Because the whole set of stone mills weighs one or two tons.

Oh! By the way, the owner of the house is called Silidek, an ordinary shepherd, and it is said that the agreement signed between the town and the herdsmen stipulates that the grazing rights within this boundary will not be changed for 30 years.

In the evening, Silidec treated us warmly, and we basically ate dry food for a day's drive, so when we saw the milk fruits, milk skins, and burnt milk tofu on the table, we pounced on them like starving ghosts. But fortunately, there is no wine in this place, basically yogurt and ghee, otherwise I think they would have gone crazy. Because the herdsmen here are so hospitable, although this generation is relatively poor, the simplicity of the herdsmen is probably deeply rooted in everyone's heart!

This sumptuous dinner was enough for us for 2 hours. Finally I was defeated as a foodie, and the first thing I saw when I walked out of the house was the black and deep night sky, which could not be compared to the quiet and beautiful of Shennongjia, but the starry sky here was unusually bright, no mistake is bright, whether it is the moon or the stars, it is as if it is really within reach. There are also some red rays of light flickering in the dark areas between the starry trails. I don't know what it was, but it was like a person's heart, beating like a pop.

The feeling of life is not wrong, but compared to the starry sky of Shennongjia, the starry sky of the Gobi seems to have been given life by God.

"A lot of people who come to us love to see the night sky." I saw the miners in the room come out with two bags of ghee.

I hiccuped and smiled and took the ghee from his hand and took another sip, which is a kind of dairy product like butter, which is a fat extracted from cow's and goat's milk. Originally, it was supposed to be the essence of Tibetan food, but it is also a different flavor to be able to drink it here.

Soon we sat down on the floor and talked, this man was called Mingzig, he was very talkative and I talked about his work and his family from their beliefs, but anyway this young boy always had that kind smile on his face, and at the age of 22 he already had a two-year-old child and a happy home of his own, but that was what brought him to the mine, a boy who had just graduated from college.

However, no matter what hard things he said during the conversation, he said it with a smile, and although it was, I could read his helplessness in his pause tone. I asked him why he was so happy to be alive under such conditions, and he was stunned for a moment and said, "It's very simple, we all survive for tomorrow, but no one knows what tomorrow will be like, so we will greet him with our best side." We have a saying here, if you greet every guest with your smile, then you can receive the most beautiful smile. He scratched at his unkempt hair, "I'm stupid and don't understand what those words mean, so I'll think tomorrow will be my next guest." ”

I patted him on the shoulder with feeling, and the face under the mask smiled. I woke up in March 2012 in a mountain village. I could only see a bronze mask in the mirror that could not be removed, so I, who had hidden all my joys and sorrows, began my journey with this indifferent expression. But why is that? It's better to be happy every day! "Thank you." Thinking back, my eyes suddenly moistened a little, but in order to get away from the topic, I immediately asked, "Oh, by the way, where did you come from?" I heard Silideck say that this stone mill has been here all along? ”

"This?" Minggig thought for a moment and said, "You can say that, but you can't say that, right?" Because this stone mill is actually something under this dry well, and it took us a lot of effort to pull it out at the beginning! The ropes are broken, I don't know how many. ”

"That's it!" I touched the stone mill and took a sip of ghee. But at this moment, I suddenly felt two small holes in the side of the stone mill.

"We don't know what these two little holes are." Mingzig said.

I nodded, curiously inserting my two fingers, but after such a boring fumbling, I immediately realized that these two small holes could fit my thumb and index finger just right. "Have you tried it?" I asked, putting my thumb and index finger in at the same time.

Mingzig shook his head a little dazedly, but I seemed to have felt something in the small hole in the stone mill, and I pulled it with my hand, and soon the stone mill bloomed like a lotus flower. A Buddhist shrine inside was thus revealed.

Now it wasn't just Mingjig, but even I was stunned

"This is a Buddhist shrine? How could there be such a thing here? The fat man was surprised to see the scene in front of him. Not only surprised by this shrine, but surprised by the person inside the shrine, who was not a true Buddha but a general on a white horse.

"Who is this?" Xie Chenhui asked.

Tibetan Buddhism was introduced to Mongolia and other regions in the late 13th century under the support of Kublai Khan. But this is the Gobi! Taking a step back, even if it's Buddhism, who is this person?

"Jangar? This is Jangar! "Suddenly I heard Silydek's voice sound.

"The heroic epic of the Oirats, Jangar?" I heard another voice say, "Boss, this seems to be an Oiratic thing!" ”

"Oirats? What is that? ”

"The Oirats are the ancestors of the Kalmyks! And the Black Lama is a Kalmyk! At this time, I heard the voice in the fat man's ear. (To be continued......)