We live peacefully in this small village in the pastoral area of southern Tibet, there are sweet dreams that do not need to be feared, there are simple and kind Tibetans, there are vast mountains and rivers and heaven and earth, and there are endless leisure times, except for the food is relatively boring, there is nothing to complain about.

The three children of Nanka Gyatso have begun to get acquainted with and accept us, and the two catties of chocolate that I used to put in my backpack are now being taken out to coax the children, and the effect is very good. It didn't take long for a few children to start shouting uncle around me and the miscellaneous hairy trail.

However, this chocolate is not eaten for free, we will ask Dorjee and Lam to teach us Tibetan, not to be proficient, but to be able to understand other people's conversations and words in daily life.

During this time, I didn't just hang out here to tease the children, twenty miles from the village, there was a freshwater lake, and the scenery was stunning.

Standing on the mountain, looking from afar, it is like a blue mirror, very clear. Ever since we learned the Tao, we have been running to the lake early every day to practice swords, which is very pleasant. This is nothing, Tibet is said to have more than 1,400 large and small lakes, and in the Shigatse region, there is one of the three holy lakes of Yangzhuoyong Lake, embedded in the mountains.

This lake, which we privately call "Heavenly Lake", is not very big, it is formed by the dissolution of snow water on the snow-capped mountain, the hand is placed in it, the ice is moist and clear, there are many sacrificial objects and stone piles by the lake, all of which are the nearby Tibetans and monks of the monastery come to worship the lake spirit. In Tibetan areas, both Bon believers and Tibetan Buddhism believers generally believe that gods and spirits live in clans, and most of them are entrenched on the top of high mountains, but there are also awe-inspiring gods in the holy snow-capped mountains and lakes.

The reason why I came to this Tianhu Lake is because of the beautiful scenery here, with grass and large primeval forests around the lake, and secondly, it is inaccessible.

In the winter, the number of people who come is very scarce and undisturbed. We usually come here very early to practice the sword, and it takes a whole day to practice.

During that time, my practice of the ghost sword almost reached the level of obsession, the sword did not leave the body, and if there was nothing to do, I would take it out and rub it for a while, get close to it, and raise the sword with my body. I already know that there seems to be a very powerful source of power in my body, which is very compatible with the power of the fat worm and complements each other; However, I can't grasp it immediately, unless it is an emotional outburst, or I can settle down, I can channel this power and turn it into my own use.

In the previous fugitive career, I was always looking forward to becoming stronger, but this time I paused, and with time, I almost became a practice maniac, in addition to practicing swords alone, I also pulled the miscellaneous hair trail and came to feed me.

What I learned was the introductory Taoist swordsmanship of the Maoshan Sect, whether it was the heart method or the sword technique, it was not very clever, it was very shallow, not by brute force, and the miscellaneous hair path could easily defeat me; But if I begin to channel the strength in my belly, his sword will easily be knocked away by me, and then he will jump to his feet and scold my mother, saying that I am not authentic.

In addition to accompanying me to practice swords, Miscellaneous Hair Xiaodao also began to figure out how to carve out a magic circle to guide the flying sword on top of the thunder punishment.

However, this secret technique has been lost for hundreds of years, and even if it is a strange material, it is impossible to think through it in a short period of time, and this kind of research urgently needs to be quiet, so it is annoying to me.

Of course, I don't have a shortage of opponents, and the miscellaneous little way ignores me, as well as the little demon.

Compared with the miscellaneous hairy path, the little demon's shots are tricky and weird, and they are usually fast and slow, with a strong personal style.

This little fox doesn't pay much attention to me lately, and his attitude towards me is very different from the way I used to look when I was in a wheelchair. But every time I asked her to shoot, I was willing, and the little girl made a shot, as if it was real, gritting her teeth and shooting ruthlessly, if I wasn't familiar with her, I thought that our fight was the enemy chasing and killing.

However, it is precisely because of the attitude of the little demon that it is a fake and real thing, which gives me an extremely strong oppressive force, because every time I don't pay full attention, I will be punched in the body. She punched accurately, although it did not affect her movement when she hit her body, it hurt, and her strength gushed out, and there was a sharp pain that people couldn't bear. Often after a fight, I always have a blue nose and swollen face, and tears streaming down my face, as if I was picked up by eighteen big men.

However, as time went on, I gradually began to integrate with it, and the number of times the little demon could bully me became less and less, often fighting for most of the day, and I couldn't reach me a few times, and even if I did, I was able to defuse this attack to the greatest extent at a critical moment. Every now and then, the little demon would play tricks, use Aoki Yigang, summon the grass, wrap my legs, and then rush up and beat me up.

No matter how dull my feelings are, I also feel that the little demon seems to be angry, although I don't know what Lu Dao is for.

But because of this, after this period of training, not only me, but also her ability has been greatly strengthened. Although this little fox is extremely talented, she is a little lazy and doesn't seem to have practiced very diligently. Duoduo is a stupid child, she is willing to listen to whatever I say, but the little demon is like a girl in the rebellious period of youth, she talks too much, she is bored and can't listen, so only persecution, constantly persecuting her, can make her progress remarkable.

The tiger cat was injured in its wings and could not fly, but it was not willing to be lonely, saying that it had never been to Tibet, and was always running around.

It was injured, and it didn't matter, but Duoduo still had a submission white-backed vulture.

I didn't expect that one day, it actually flew down obliquely from the sky, and then after some negotiation between the tiger cat and it, it turned into a temporary mount for adults, soaring around.

I really don't know, Duoduo still has such a ability, so beautiful that the tiger cat preaches every day, saying that it is a little white face that eats soft rice, his wife's BMW, it can be ridden without trouble, how is it a cool word?

When this guy brazenly declared himself a "little white face", all of us looked at this colorful fat parrot and did not speak—this bird, whose skin was so thick that it was invulnerable, could no longer stop its braggadocio Boi!

The Tibetans believe that the fish is the embodiment of the lake god, and generally do not eat fish, so the fish here are especially fat, and they are easy to catch. Tired of eating beef and mutton, we squatted in a leeward corner of the lake, and then skewered the fat lake fish, set it on the fire and roasted it, the fat fell in large drops, and then there was a burst of fire, after the roasting, the aroma was overflowing, and the taste was delicious.

However, in order to take care of folk customs and religious sentiments, we do not dare to publicize it, but just do it quietly and feast on it.

Nanka Gyatso and all the Tibetans in the village believe in Tibetan Buddhism, and their clothing, food, housing and transportation are very interesting and distinctive. Namka Gyatso's family and neighbors are also enthusiastic and curious about us two outsiders, and they don't have anything to talk to them about and learn to speak some Tibetan, which is quite a good life.

After more than half a month, even I, a guy with a complicated mind, have fallen in love with this simple life.

Personally, I feel that the closer you are to the sky, the less **, the more innocent you are.

One day at noon in late January, we didn't go out to Tianhu Lake to practice swords, but at home, accompanying our three children to tell stories outside. Dorjee, Ram and Tenzin were very interested in this topic, and often asked strange questions such as "Can bananas be roasted and eaten?" and "Are monkeys like humans?"

At noon that day, we were still chatting, telling stories and learning Tibetan at the same time, when suddenly we heard a commotion outside, many people shouting, and I didn't know what was going on in the road.

My back arched unnaturally, and the miscellaneous hairy trail also stood up, telling Dorjee to go out and ask to see what was going on.

While we were on guard, Dorjee led Namka Gyatso in.

Seeing that we looked at us suspiciously, Namka Gyatso told us in a heavy manner that the second son of the Basang family in Hou Village had chased the sheep to the vicinity of Tianhu Lake in the morning, but the person had disappeared, and Basang and several villagers went to the lake to inspect and found fish bones and fish bones by the lake, and some people said that it was his second son who angered the lake god and devoured him.

After Basang came back, his wife cried into tears, and the big guy was ready to discuss going to Baiju Monastery to ask the lama with great merit to come forward and ask the lake god to return Basang's second son.

Eat fish? Anger the lake god? - I looked at each other with the miscellaneous hairy road, isn't this just the two of us foodies?

However, as two small accomplished cultivators, the lake god is credible, but he can't be biased.

We wandered around the lake for more than half a month, and we didn't see any strange phenomena and breaths. But the person is really missing, such a cold day, I can't look for it, I ran out of the house, whistled into the air, and suddenly a black dot faintly emerged from the sky, and then became larger, and the wind sounded at the end, and the white-backed vulture of Kuboi landed in the courtyard.

I told the driver on its back about it, and the fat hen happened to have nothing to do, and she was so idle that she didn't care about the conditions, and she gave an order, and flew into the air again.

Nanka Gyatso knew about us, but he didn't say anything, only his family had a car in the whole village, so he was called and walked in the direction of Baiju Monastery with two more famous old people in the village. Lord Tigerskin promised well, but by evening, no news had come. However, when it was dark, we heard the sound of the horn, and when we went out, we saw that a pickup truck from Namka Gyatso appeared at the entrance of the village.

After a while, the car came to a stop in front of us, and out of the car, two lamas in scarlet robes and yellow hats stepped down.