I looked at Shirley Yang and the others, Shirley Yang shrugged helplessly, the fat man didn't care, he felt that there were so many people, and the big gold teeth stole at me and bared his teeth, which means that you are carrying these burdens.

I thought to myself that this Hong Kong farmer is planning to go on vacation with his family, and his wife and children are all bodyguards, and I am thinking about how to come up with a rhetoric, so that Uncle Ming can dispel this idea, there are many chickens that don't lay eggs, there are many people who make trouble, and so many people have to have an accident.

At this time, Uncle Ming had already brought out the rest of the team and introduced us to both of us one by one. His wife Han Shuna, we all know, is a very attractive woman, no wonder Uncle Ming is fascinated by her. The big golden tooth opened her mouth and called her Aunt Ming, Han Shuna hurriedly said Don't call it that, it's too old, anyway, you are all called blind, and there is no seniority, let's talk about it alone, just do it as before.

Uncle Ming introduced his goddaughter Ah Xiang, a timid little girl who may not be yet twenty years old, and she didn't dare to speak when she saw strangers. Uncle Ming said that Ah Xiang was his most powerful helper, and she could detect anything unclean.

I asked curiously what was going on, did the little girl have "yin and yang eyes" or had she opened "heavenly eyes"?

Uncle Ming proudly told us that Ah Xiang's parents placed Ah Xiang in a glass enclosure with an air purification device when she was just born, and until she was two years old. This avoids her from being polluted and affected by the air, making her nerves very sensitive and able to sense things that normal people can't perceive.

Ah Xiang later became an orphan, and Uncle Ming adopted her. She has saved Uncle Ming's life more than once, and she is regarded by him as a pearl in the palm of her hand, especially when dealing with things full of yin qi such as dried corpses and coffins, she always has to take Ah Xiang with her.

Shirley Yang told me that Uncle Ming was not talking nonsense, and that there was a sect in the United States that people all acted like this. This little girl named Ah Xiang may be able to help us, but it's best not to take her into Tibet, people in good health can hardly tolerate altitude sickness, Ah Xiang's body is so thin, I'm afraid there will be an accident.

Uncle Ming is willing to take whom, I really can't interfere, so I whispered to Shirley Yang, it seems that Uncle Ming went to dig up the glacier crystal corpse this time, gambling with the lives of his whole family, and he must be determined to win. We can't persuade them, even if we have good words, it's hard to persuade the damned ghosts, let's take care of them as much as possible, just do our best, and in the end it's dead or alive, whether we can bring the glacier crystal corpse back, it depends on their creation.

In the end, Uncle Ming introduced us to his bodyguard Peter Huang, Cambodian Chinese, when Vietnam invaded Cambodia, he fought guerrilla warfare with the Viet Cong for several years, and later fell from the Golden Triangle to Malacca as a bandit, and finally encountered a shipwreck, he was rescued by Uncle Ming's ship at sea, and became Uncle Ming's bodyguard. He looks like he is in his early forties, his skin is very dark, he doesn't smile, his eyes show a fierce light, and he is not a good stubble at first glance. The most striking thing is his body shape, which is completely different from those Southeast Asians who look like monkeys, very strong, and at that station, it looks like most of the iron towers.

The fat man was happy when he saw Peter Huang, and said to Uncle Ming: "It's not worthy of the name, why don't you call Peter Hei?" With us following you, what else is there to worry about, you don't need to find a bodyguard at all, you can't miss a single hair. ”

Uncle Ming said: "You fat boy likes to joke, his surname is Huang, how can he be called Peter Hei?" Don't underestimate him, this man is loyal to me, very reliable, and has participated in real wars, and kills people without blinking. ”

The fat man said to Uncle Ming: "Let him take a break quickly, what is the guerrilla trick, our Comrade Hu Bayi, the regular army that commanded the entire company back then, and me, have you heard of the deeds of the fat man?" A core member of the Northern Ireland Republican Army, I was in ......"

I stopped the fat man's words, didn't let him continue to blow, and said to Uncle Ming, since the members and routes have been decided, then let's go back and prepare separately, you have to go to the hospital to check your body, if there is no problem, start acting in five days.

Uncle Ming said OK, the route and equipment are fully responsible for Brother Hu, you say when to leave, just when to leave, after all, our team, only Brother Hu knows the most about Tibet.

I took the fat man and the others, said goodbye and left, and returned to my own home. I immediately packed up my things and prepared to go to Tibet alone in advance, and went to the shore of Ramlatso Lake to find the Iron Rod Lama, and asked him to help find a guide who was familiar with the customs and geographical environment of Tibet, and preferably a singer who was given by God, if not one person at the same time, it would be possible to find two of them.

I entrusted the task of leading the team into Tibet to Shirley Yang. Although she has never been to the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, she has been to the Sahara, Taklamakan and Amazon jungles and other areas with harsh natural environments. We discussed that Shirley Young would lead the group to the Shiquan River, where he would join me. Dressed as lightly as possible, equipment supplies and other things were temporarily left in Beijing, under the care of the Great Golden Tooth, and once the clues to the tomb of the pagoda were found in the ancient ruins between Kailash and Senge Zangpo, the Great Golden Tooth was responsible for consignment of the supplies to the designated place.

Shirley Yang was a little thinner than when he came back from Yunnan, and some red silk appeared on his eyes, during this time, we were exhausted and exhausted, and soon after returning from Yunnan, we were going to Tibet again, which is really not something that ordinary people can bear. I advise Shirley Yang not to worry too much, there are not many dangers in Tibet, at least there are not as many mosquitoes in Yunnan, take advantage of the good rest in the past few days before departure, time will give us an answer sooner or later.

Shirley Yang said: "I'm not worried about whether it is dangerous to go to Tibet, these days I have been thinking, what to do after the bottomless ghost cave is over, if you still want to continue to do your inverted business, I will never agree, this business is too dangerous." Lao Hu, you should also plan for the future, let's go back to the United States together, okay? ”

I said what is the meaning of going to the United States, the language is not clear, the coffee you brew tastes similar to the Chinese herbal soup, so I can't stand drinking it every day. But since you have to let me go, I can't help it, let's stay for a few years first, if I'm not used to it, I have to move back, the biggest headache for me is what to do with the fat man, leaving him alone in Beijing, it will definitely cause trouble.

The fat man said: "I said Lao Hu, how can you speak, it is as if your consciousness is much higher than mine, you have caused a lot more trouble than me, you don't need to be modest about this." You're going to the United States, so can I not go? When we get to Chief of Staff Yang's land, why don't you have to give us a car, I think Sheriff Hunter's car is good, it must be a Mercedes-Benz. I don't ask for much, just drive a Mercedes-Benz like that, Detroit, San Francisco, the east and west coasts, let's open our eyes, unite with the American proletariat, and live the great unity of the people of the world. ”

I said to the fat man: "The American police don't drive German cars, and they don't even know about this, so if you go to the United States, isn't that tantamount to causing chaos to the American people?" ”

The three of us talked nonsense, and our mood was a little relaxed.

The next day, I set off on my own and went to Tibet first.

In south-central Tibet, between the Himalayas and the Nianqing Tanggula, there are many lakes, large and small, scattered, thousands, a little scale, all of which are regarded as holy lakes by Tibetans, and if there are snow-capped mountains on the lakeside, it is even more sacred. The names of these lakes all have the word "wrong" in them, and the more famous ones are Aung La Ren Tso, Dang Ja Yong Tso, Nam Tso, Zhari Nam Mso and so on, and the list goes on, and each of them has endless mysterious legends, and the lake of the fairies where my old friend, the Iron Rod Lama, is still vowed, belongs to one of these many lakes.

After getting off the car from Kase, there was no longer a road to the south, so I had to walk or pay for the herdsmen's horses to ride. It is not a mountainous area, but it is also nearly 4,500 meters above sea level, and I have been leading the herdsmen all the way south to the diversion of the Pocang Zangbo. "Tibetan cloth" means river.

It was the first time in my life that I had gone deep into the heart of Tibet, and the sunlight on the plateau made me dizzy, and the sky was so blue that it looked like it was dripping water. The guide I hired and the owner of the horse was a young Tibetan named Wangdui. Wangdui led me to a high ground, pointed to the two large jasper-like lakes below, and said, "The big one on the left, the Yongma table is wrong, the lake of the Dragon Palace; A little smaller on the right, Ram La Wrong, hangs in the sky of the lake of fairies. ”

At that time, the sky was clear, the lake was blue, the blue waves reflected the snowy peaks and white clouds, and the distant mountains around the lake were faintly visible. In "The Legend of the Western Regions of the Tang Dynasty", the monk Xuanzang felt the beautiful scenery of this world, and called these two lakes that are close to each other "the twin stones of the West Tianyao Pond".

Animals raised by humans were not allowed to enter the holy land, so Wangdui and I found a gentle place and walked down to the lake on foot. There is a legend here that there is a palace of the "Guangcai Dragon King" at the bottom of the lake, gathering many rare treasures, as long as the destined person goes around the lake and picks up a small fish, a stone, or a feather of the water bird in the lake, he can get the reward of the "Guangcai Dragon King", and the wealth will continue throughout his life.

However, pilgrims who come to go around the lake prefer to go around the lake of fairies, because legend has it that the clear water in the lake of fairies is the tears of fairies, which can not only eliminate the mundane lesions on the body of the world, but also purify the greed, hatred, neglect and jealousy in the soul, and make the heart pure. The snow-capped mountains across the two lakes symbolize the immensity of Buddhism.

I said to Wangdui that let's go and purify our minds first, go around the lake of fairies, and find the iron rod lama from the believers around the lake. The two of them walked around the lake on foot, and since we didn't come on purpose, we didn't have to kowtow one step at a time. Walking along the lakeside, from time to time you can see the remains of pilgrims, who have become one with the holy place.

In the distance, a rickety figure appeared in our field of vision, and his identity could be known from the conspicuous black Dharma Protector Iron Rod on his back, but his behavior was very strange, obviously not the way we had seen around the lake, even the Tibetan Wangdui had not seen his kind of action, as if he was performing some kind of ancient and mysterious ritual.

Turning around a mountain or around a lake is a unique way of worship living in the special region of the roof of the world, and it is a kind of animistic nature worship belief, which is in the same vein as the Tibetan primitive religion. Routine movements can be divided into two types, the first is the most ordinary, which is walking on foot; There is also a more pious one, holding the wooden board with both hands, holding it high above the head, and then closing it in front of the chest, throwing the whole body down, touching the ground with the forehead, throwing the five bodies to the ground, using their own body to measure the circumference of the sacred mountain and the sacred lake little by little, and every time they go around, they will reduce their sins and accumulate merit, and if they die on the way around the lake, it will be a kind of creation.

The actions of the Iron Rod Lama do not seem to be circling the lake, but remind me of the Northeast Jumping God. When he was in Inner Mongolia and cut in line, he had seen these things, was he carrying out a ritual to exorcise evil spirits? But what evil spirits will there be in the Holy Land? Thinking of this, I walked forward quickly.

The Iron Rod Lama also recognized me, stopped his movements, and came over to meet me. After more than ten years of separation, the lama does not seem to have changed, but his clothes are more tattered. When I told the lama about the current situation of my two comrades-in-arms, the lama also sighed with emotion: "The people who collided with the tomb of the demons can already be blessed by the Buddha if they survive, and I hope that in my lifetime, I can accumulate more merits by the lake and pray for them." ”

Over the years, the lama has never left Ram Lago, and every day he recites sutras around the lake, and relies on the alms of the believers who come to worship by the lakeside. In fact, those pilgrims who came all the way to worship also received alms on the way, and the alms to the saints were also an accumulation of merit.

I asked what the lama was doing just now, and the iron rod lama told me what had happened, and it turned out that the lama was divining from the medicine king bodhisattva. Because there were two poachers from the mainland, hunting nearby, but these two people were novices, and they waited for five days, and did not see any decent animals, and finally saw a small beast that they had never seen before, and immediately shot it, and while it was fresh, they skinned and boiled it.

After the two poachers finished eating, they immediately rolled on the ground with stomach pain, and by the time the Tibetans found them, they were already unconscious and foaming at the mouth. There are no hospitals and monasteries here, the medicine lama in the Tibetan temple is responsible for treating the common people, although the iron rod lama is the protector of the Dharma, but when he was young, he also did the position of medicine lama, often to the Tibetans and pilgrims on the lakeside to treat the sick and eliminate disasters, so the Tibetans came to ask the iron rod lama to save people.

When the Iron Rod Lama heard that it was poaching, he didn't want to care about it, but Buddhism is so merciful that people who are dying can't help it, so he agreed, and instructed the Tibetans to bring the two poachers and recite the Kangyur to pray to the Medicine King Bodhisattva for a way to save people.

As we were talking, six Tibetans had carried the two poachers on their backs, and the lama ordered them to be placed flat on the ground, only to see that these two people's faces were like gold paper, and their breath was like a gossamer, foaming at the bottom of their mouths, and their stomachs were swollen, and in my opinion, this symptom is not very strange, it stands to reason that eating unclean things, or malignant food poisoning may have this reaction, which is very dangerous, and must be sent to the hospital immediately for first aid, I don't know if the iron rod lama can save them with a few pills of Tibetan medicine.

The lama looked at the patient's symptoms, immediately frowned, and said to several local Tibetans: "One of them has eaten too much and is no longer saved, and the other is still saved." Go to the holy lake and find some rotting scales from dead fish. ”

The Tibetans immediately went to the lake to look for them, and one of the two poachers, the white foam from his mouth had turned purple red, and he stopped breathing after a while. The lama quickly asked me and Wangdui to pry open the other man's teeth, and took two pills of Tibetan medicine and water for him to swallow, and the man was in a trance, barely eating half of it.

This Tibetan medicine has the spiritual effect of hanging life, and immediately after eating it, he vomited a lot of black water. The poacher, who had survived the dead, was still in a stomachache, but he had regained consciousness, and the lama asked him what he had eaten.

The poacher said that he and his dead companion had been carried away by hearing in the interior that Tibet could make a lot of money by hunting and selling skins, and that they wanted to make a windfall. But neither of them had any experience in hunting, and there were many animals in the no-man's land, so they didn't dare to rush in, so they had to wander around under the snowy mountains, trying to try their luck, even if it was good to hit the head of the Tibetan horse and bear.

I walked like this for five days, but I didn't get anything, but I ate all the dry food I was carrying, so I had to prepare to roll up my luggage and go home. As soon as he was about to leave, he saw a big black lynx, not much smaller than the goat, so ugly and fearless that at first he mistook it for a leopard. The two of them relied on the sharp firearms and fired several shots in succession, killing the big black lynx on the spot. I happened to be hungry in my stomach, and I didn't care if the cat meat was delicious, so I peeled the skin indiscriminately, boiled it in a pot of water and ate half of it, the fiber of the meat was very thick, and it seemed that I couldn't cook it, so I ate it half-baked.

The poacher burst into tears, claiming that although his two brothers had a bad idea for a while, they wanted to poach and make money, but after all, they had not hit anything but this bobcat, and asked the lama medicine master to have mercy and save their lives, and they would definitely change their lives in the future. He told what had happened intermittently, and the pain in his abdomen returned, and he immediately died and came back to life.

I remember hearing a Tibetan legend in Kunlun Mountain, that the huge black lynx is not a cat, it is the evil of the newly deceased, and of course it cannot be eaten. I asked the lama what to do, is this man still saved?

The lama said, "They probably ate snow-capped muskrats, which are animals that can be eaten, but they ate them too early. Tibetans never eat the animals they slaughter on the same day, because the souls of those animals are not completely detached, and once they are eaten, it is not easy to do. I used to serve the Buddhas, and I learned some secret recipes, and as for whether it works, it depends on their creation. ”

The Tibetans who went to the lake to look for rotting fish scales came back one after another, and together they found about a large handful. The iron-roded lama gathered the scales around the sick man, and took a piece of wood that had been used to repel rats, and burned it into charcoal, mixed it with rotten and smelly scales, and gave it to the poacher to eat.

After this series of outlandish moves, the poachers began to vomit again. This time, the vomiting was even more violent, and he vomited all the contents of his stomach, and finally until all he vomited was water, the lama gave him Tibetan medicine to stop vomiting.

The lama looked at the filth he vomited and said that this man's life was saved, but he could not eat meat again in this life, and when he ate meat, he would vomit incessantly. I leaned over to take a look, and saw that something seemed to be wriggling in the mass of vomit, and when I looked closely, it looked like a clump of hairless mice.

The poachers knelt down and thanked the lama for saving his life, and asked if the lama could bury his dead companion by the lake. The lama said absolutely not, the Tibetans believe that only sinners are buried in the soil, and the soul buried in the soil will never be liberated. During the day, when the sun is shining, the soul in the soil will feel as if it is being boiled in a hot pan; When the moonlight shines at night, you will feel like falling into an ice cave, shivering and unbearable; If it rains, it will feel like a thousand arrows piercing the heart; When the wind blows, it will feel like being cut by a thousand steel knives, which is unspeakably painful. On the hill not far from the shore of this lake, there are eighteen heavenly burial platforms, so let the corpse be placed there and let his soul be liberated.

Poachers are reluctant to do so, as they are too different from the mainland. The lama explained that in Tibet, all methods of disposing of corpses, except for burial, are popular, but because of the lack of fuel for cremation, the corpses are generally carried to the heavenly burial platform on the top of the mountain, that is, chopped up and shared with birds and beasts, and if the deceased died due to some dangerous contact with an infectious disease, burial is also customary.

The poachers were finally persuaded by the lama to follow the local customs. With the help of several Tibetans, the body of his companion was carried to the celestial burial platform on the top of the mountain. I saw that his duffel bag was slightly longer than the normal one, and it must have weapons and ammunition in it. We have not yet been equipped with weapons in Tibet this time, and now that we have the opportunity, of course we will not miss it, so we stopped him and wanted to discuss with him to buy it.

The poacher told me that the two guns were purchased from the poachers in Qinghai, and that after he had disposed of the bodies of his companions, he went back to his hometown to live in peace, and that it was useless to keep the guns, and since I was a friend of the Iron Rod Lama, the guns were given to me, as a little gratitude for saving his life.

I looked at the two guns in the bag, and it turned out to be a shotgun, Remington, the model is relatively old, Type 870 12 mm caliber, police car equipment version, product of the fifties, but it is well maintained, no wonder such a nimble animal as a muskrat is killed under the gun. There were also more than seventy rounds of ammunition, each in two bullet pouches carried on one shoulder. This kind of firearm is incredibly powerful within fifteen meters, but it does not seem suitable for hunting, and it is better to use a weapon with a longer range such as an assault rifle to attack long-range targets, and a shotgun can be used for self-defense in close combat.

In the end, I gave him the money, and I kept the gun and bullets, including the packed duffel bag.