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Da Kui didn't hesitate to hear my shout, and immediately stepped on the accelerator hard, and the car roared and rushed forward. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

At the same time, after a loud bang, there was a "bang", and a huge black shadow fell from the sky, shaking the mountains in an instant, although I was in the car, but I could still feel the violent vibration.

The pass behind the car was dusty in an instant, and the car had been parked by Dakui, and everyone hurriedly got out of the car to check. When the dust settled at the pass, we found that there were several half-man-high boulders scattered there, and a large crater had been smashed into the ground, and it seemed that a whole boulder had fallen from the peak of the mountain and then broken into several pieces.

Looking at the big craters and gravel in the ground, I felt a creep, if it was a second late, we would even be smashed to pieces with people in the car, it was really thrilling.

Da Kui looked at the boulder and patted his chest and said, "It's so dangerous! I passed through countless peaks along the way, but I didn't expect to encounter an accident here, but fortunately, Brother Yuan, you found it in time, otherwise everyone would have to be smashed into meatloaf. ”

Ansari frowned, looked at the top of the mountain, and said with a twinkle in his eyes, "Is it really an accident?" ”

I couldn't help but look up with him, and although I didn't know where he saw the problem, I could still feel a little weird. That is, now that the weather is windy and sunny, how did such a large mountain rock fall?

Unless there is bad weather and a violent storm, this may cause the sand and rocks on the top of the mountain to loosen after the rock layer erosion, and it cannot support the rocks, which will eventually lead to a fall.

Others were skeptical, but if you wanted to investigate thoroughly, you had to go around the back and go up the mountain, which was too steep to climb.

However, looking at the huge size of this mountain, it will take at least dozens of minutes for us to go around, and at that time we will still have to find someone, so we have to give up the plan to find someone.

Da Kui scolded stupidly: "It's the damn green snake again!" You show Lao Tzu a walk! ”

Ansari said, "This is not necessarily the work of the green snake, maybe someone else." ”

Da Kui was a little stunned by him and asked, "Why not the green snake?" Who else would they have? We don't seem to have offended anyone else, right? ”

Ansari asked him, "Have you forgotten what happened to us in Mongolia before we entered the underground palace?" Do the extremist groups that attacked us have an enmity against us? ”

I somewhat understood what he meant, so I asked, "You mean, it's the green snake that is borrowing a knife to kill someone?" ”

Ansari nodded, "The Green Snake has only recently come here, and if they want to deal with us directly, why bother like this." Moreover, the topography here is only known to locals. When we learned about our itinerary, we were able to make arrangements quickly, which requires a good knowledge of the nearby mountains. Do you think that the green snake can do this without the help of external forces? ”

It immediately occurred to me that there was someone here trying to prevent us from finding the Vault Silver City. Who are they, and what is their purpose?

Even so, it can't stop us, but it arouses the arrogance in the hearts of these people, and they are bound to fight with the people who do the black hand to the end.

We cautiously walked along the mountain road to the vaulted silver city halfway up the mountainside, from here, every place we passed can make people feel, a sense of historical vicissitudes. The mountain has been severely weathered, and in some places the rocks are full of holes, and if you touch it with the handle of a knife, it will turn into a pile of dregs.

As the mountain wind blows, some rocks with many holes will make a whining sound, like a song and a cry, as if crying about the sad experience of this great city.

Tibet is a place that believes in the existence of all things, and has long been accompanied by mountains, lakes, meadows, and blue skies, and friends with horses, eagles, mastiffs, cattle and sheep.

Tibetans believe that stones are spiritual and can connect with the heavens, and they are keen to carve on them and ask the heavens to bless them and their families.

In Tibet, people revere sacred mountains: Kailash, Nanga Bhava, and Everest are the most sacred in the universe; People revere the holy lake: Mapanon, Yang Zhuoyong, and Namco are the most beautiful homes in the world; People love stones: dzi, coral, agate, clams, turquoise, all of which are the wisdom roots of the god's aura; People cherish the vegetation: the mist and smoke rising from grass seeds, pine branches, cypresses, barley, and tsamba when simmering mulberry conveys infinite admiration for the heavens.

So, in Tibet, every stone, every drop of water has its own story, and every living being has its own legend.

Whenever you pass through mountain passes, passes, riversides, villages, pastures or burial grounds, you will always encounter a pile of mani piled up with stones, which the Tibetans call manzha (meaning mandala) or stone offerings. Pious people put prayer banners on top of these stone piles, hung prayer flags, or placed yak skulls, burned incense and prayed.

For a long time, in the hearts of Tibetans, Mani Dui is a course or road sign, which is placed on the mountain pass or intersection where the passage is turned or walked, marking the walking route for pedestrians and guiding the direction of returning home.

Imagine, in the uninhabited plateau of Liao, surrounded by alpine meadows, cliffs and river valleys, sometimes you will encounter birds of prey and beasts, and seeing Mani Pile can not only prompt the route, but also soothe the fear in your heart. The fluttering prayer flags and the silent stone piles seem to be God's favor for his people.

Therefore, every time Tibetans walk in front of the Mani pile, they will always pick up small stones and pile them up, thinking that they have recited the sutra once, and then with the six-character mantra "Om Mani Horn Mi Mi" in their mouths, they will circle around the Mani pile, which is regarded as reciting the scriptures a thousand times.

Under the silver city, we encountered a huge Mani pile, and the Mani pile we encountered before was made of scattered stones. And this huge mani pile has been completely piled into a complex, and the front one is like a city wall, all stacked by a number of huge stones, each with a different color and carving.

The scriptures on these stones, mostly the six-character mantra or the eight-character mantra of Bon, are extraordinarily colorful and exquisite, as exquisite as a work of art, looking at it, boundless, dazzling, I have to sigh at the persistence of the Tibetans, what a huge project.

The wall is more than three meters high, and from a distance, there are higher stone piles behind it. If you want to enter the Silver City, you have to pass through these mani piles.

With the spirit of pilgrimage, we approached these aura-filled stone piles step by step. There is another identical stone wall behind the stone wall, with a gap of several meters between the two walls, creating a long and narrow passage. Between the two walls, the wall is full of colorful wind horse flags.

In the past, I didn't know what these wind flags and colorful prayer flags were, but now when I look closely, I find that this is not just ordinary colored flags, which are densely filled with scriptures and exquisite mythological patterns.

Halfway through, I seemed to hear a strange sound, similar to the sound of prayer or chanting, but the tone was very strange, sometimes impassioned, sometimes sad and indignant, full of mysterious rhythm and unique rhythm.

I looked at the others and asked in a low voice, "What's that sound?" It seems to be different from the chanting sound of Tibetan Buddhism. ”

"Although I don't understand it either, the sound of this voice is very similar to the recitation of the great shaman of our clan, when the abbot prays for the heavens, no wonder some experts speculate that shamanism also originated from Zhangxiong Bon," Ansari said. ”

Turning the passage, I came to a small square, but the strange sound suddenly disappeared.

There are several tall mani piles, much higher than the walls. When we got to the middle, we found a man standing in front of the largest mani pile.

This man had his back to us, his clothes were colorful, his long hair hung down from his shoulders, and he wore a black hat, which was very unique, similar to the headdresses of the Qing Dynasty princesses, with black silk like wigs hanging from the sides.

I couldn't tell the man or woman from the clothes or the back, but I still had a gut feeling that it was a man, and he seemed to hear our footsteps and suddenly turned around.

Although he was facing us, I didn't see his face, it was a mask facing us, and when everyone saw it, they all took a step back and gasped.

My eyes immediately widened and I couldn't help but shout, "Ghost-faced samurai!" ”