The underworld walks in the wind and snow, and the fifth volume of Mobei Tianjiao Chapter 58 companions

But most of the digging was mud mixed with ice, and you can imagine how hard it was for these people to dig up. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info Digging in this tundra with a Luoyang shovel is no different from shoveling a cement wall. The half-cylinders are melting, but they haven't been dried yet, and it seems that these caverns have not been excavated for a long time, probably no more than a day, probably last night or night.

Suddenly he said: "You still said that you are not looking for treasure, look at what these people are doing, aren't you looking for something buried in the ground?"

I said, "First of all, I didn't dig these holes. Then I can swear, I'm not looking for a treasure, and if I find a treasure that can go to you and I don't want it, can I pay your wages ・・・・・・?"

"No," said Ullihan, "it is not certain that there is no treasure or not, and there are so many people staring at it." But it looks like we're in company, and there seem to be a lot of them?"

I think of the labyrinth tomb that Wukong the water monkey took me into, and then think about it, it seems that there are people who don't want me to find what I'm looking for, that is, they don't want me to be able to be with the soul, they want me to just leave the soul and die as an ownerless soul wandering forever. It is likely that they are foreign priests. But who are the people who are hostile to them? It's hard to guess.

I said, "Look again, see how many of these caverns there are, and if any of them have been found." ”

The same ones can't be found, but there are more that have been backfilled to death, and I don't know how deep they have been dug, and some have been buried in snow, and you have to look carefully to find that someone has moved. There must be more cover-up that we can't find because it's in such a vast area. And there are very few human footprints, so these caves should have been dug at night when the ground was freezing hard, so no human footprints were left. Those who were not filled in should have been forgotten in the darkness of the night, otherwise I am afraid that none of them would have been filled. I identified an area, about the size of a county town, that had been sparsely caved in. There are forty or fifty that can be found, and those that can't be found are unknown. Suppose there are a hundred, and it would take an hour for a person to dig a hole more than two meters deep in such frozen soil, and even if they were all skilled diggers like the seven in the labyrinth tomb, it would not be possible to complete it in half an hour. So a hundred caving was done overnight, and each person plus the rest hit ten caving, there were at least a dozen people, and I think there should actually be more people.

I found a dry place to put down my backpack and said, "Okay, let's rest and camp here tonight." "In fact, I can only find things underground by walking in the underworld, and I can't compare to those people who can watch the mountains and rivers, find the finishing touch, divide gold and fix holes, and dig up the soil with a Luoyang shovel to smell and taste. Since these people are digging caves here, they must think that there may be something here, whether it is the little princess and silk book I am looking for is not necessarily. As for why it is in such an open place, I have also checked the relevant information. The ancient tombs of the Mongols are very special, they will not find a place with mountains and rivers to bury their relatives, and even if there is, it is a big mountain and a big river and a big feng shui. When a loved one dies, they would first place the body in a tall tree for the falcon to peck at, and then collect the bones and bury them much later. There will be no mound and tombstone for burial, but a piece of turf will be removed first, a large pit will be dug underneath to put the slaves and burial goods in it, and a small pit will be dug next to it to bury the bones of relatives. Fill in the original soil and tamp it back to the turf, and water it to ensure that the turf continues to grow. After returning to the same as before, they had to trample on it with thousands of horses until there was no sign of it. Then kill a newborn baby camel in that place, so that only the mother of the baby camel can find the cemetery, because the mother camel can find the place where she was martyred, and the sacrifice must be led by the mother camel to find the cemetery. The fact that these caving people were able to find this place shows that they are indeed very powerful, and it depends on my luck whether they have found anything or not, whether they have taken the silk book or not.

After walking all morning, they were both a little tired, unloaded their luggage, spread out their sleeping bags, and lay on them, covering their faces with their hats to block the strong sunlight. For a moment, except for the breath of the three of us, I could hear the sound of the wind, and the eternal tranquility surrounded me, making my thoughts more chaotic and my thoughts wandering more boundlessly. But I couldn't fall asleep, and I couldn't guess when I got close to my goal, and I could hardly think about it. In the middle of the day, we lay down and waited for the night to fall, and we were not even interested in eating.

Ulhan called out to me to get something to eat, and I stayed up until dark. I finally fell asleep, and the two of them had a good night's sleep and could keep a vigil for me. There was still nothing to be seen beneath the vast plains, and I expanded my roaming space to finally find something strange in the sparse woods to the west. Several extremely sensitive beings also spotted me, some intending to flee, while others came to observe me and confront me. I couldn't communicate with them, I just knew that they weren't the same as the dead tiger, to the point where they were in a similar state to me. Observing my creature tries to communicate with me, but it seems difficult, but I can feel its desolation and helplessness. I followed it around a few times, and it saw that I was harmless, and it didn't seem to be able to escape, so it stayed where it was. I tried to communicate with them, and it took me a long time to get along with them, until they wanted to follow me when I left. I used to feel that kind of attachment, like when I was herding cattle in my hometown, I used to carefully wave mosquitoes and flies to a cute little flower cow in order to test the affinity of the animals, and tickle him, and finally it followed me, and all the cows followed him, and I led the herd of cows back to the village in a coaxing manner. The people in the village wondered how one of my students could be so honest with the cow.

I kind of thought those creatures were cows, but I don't understand why they exist like me, are they dead cows? I remembered the direction and position and turned back, and for a moment I didn't find anything else, so I had to wait for dawn to see again. In the early hours of the morning, I saw that Ulihan was asleep, and the **** was on duty. There was a pile of ashes of the fire next to it, and the **** was afraid that Wu Lihan would not be able to stand the cold at night, so he found some hay roots and lit them to keep warm. It seems that those Wu Song, the black-clothed people, and the cold gunmen already know the whereabouts of the three of us. I had no choice but to say to **** in a simple and lame Mongolian language: "You two continue to stay here, tomorrow you two pretend to dig a pit here, the deeper the better." But there is no such thing as lame in Mongolian, as long as you say it, you can basically understand it, **** heard it very clearly, he asked: "Where are you going? When will you come back?"

I said, "I don't know, not necessarily, I'll be back." ”

"Then we'll wait for you for three days!"

Three days? Is it enough to take that long? But I don't have any score, so three days is just three days. I left without answering, got up on my coat and walked west with my luggage on my back. I didn't bring them with me because I thought the creatures were too alert, and if I took them, I would have frightened them. And they can attract the attention of those strange people, make them feel that I am still here, and will not disturb my movements.

I followed a shallow river through a mountain pass, which is not a mountain pass, a long mountain range running north-south, which seemed to be only a dozen meters high, like a without ups and downs, and a gap of more than 100 meters was cut in the middle, and this shallow stream at my feet passed through the east and west in the gap, so that the snowmelt from the high mountains to the west flowed into the lake Khuvsgul. At this time, the stream is still frozen, and as long as you don't go to the middle of the stream, you don't have to fall into the water at all. After walking to the sun, I finally walked into the sparse and seemingly boundless woods. I continued to walk with my head buried in my head, when I suddenly saw a sight in front of me that made my cold hair stand on end, and I quickly lay down in the snow and hid.

Directly in front of me were thirteen camels, not camels to be exact, but skeletons of camels. Reflecting the spring and white snow, the white miserable bones were put together in a complete piece, and it seemed that there was not much change from their previous growth, and the most amazing thing was that the skeletons of these camels were actually walking! They were coming in my direction, and there was still a distance of half a kilometer, and I could almost hear the sound of the bones moving and colliding. The camel bones suddenly stopped and looked up at me silently, and I thought of those strange creatures. It turned out that these were some camels that had been departed, and I don't know how many years had passed, their muscles, internal organs, and fur had dissipated, and only bones remained, but they had not yet accepted the fact that they were dead, and continued to live in the desolate and endless wasteland! I imagined that my skin, muscles, and internal organs were gone, just like the skeletal ancestor at the bottom of the Harbin church, and maybe he could wear a coat, but who would have to drape these camels with something? I felt sorry for myself, and I couldn't help but feel a little impulsive to go over and put my coat on those camels. I wanted to cry when I was lying on the snow, so I slowly got up and greeted my friends, but the camel bones saw that I turned around and fled, "No, don't go, don't go!" I trembled, chased a few steps and fell into the snow, and finally began to cry!

There is nothing more desperate, and there is no illusion that I have not seen before. When I saw the skeleton ancestor in Harbin, I just felt the visual impact, but when I saw them imagine their future today, I really wanted to bury myself now, buried deeply. What Qin Emperor Han Wu, Tang Sect and Song Ancestor, in the end is just such a dry bone. The saddest thing is to live like this to feel all this, let the erosion of wind, frost, snow and rain, tremble hopelessly in the sunset and evening breeze, waiting for the sky to grow old, forever and ever!

These camels no longer trust humans, and in order to make the mother camels remember that place, they will kill their children with great cruelty, and make the young camels let out a terrible wail, and as the mother of the camels, they will listen and watch from a distance away! They hate humans and will no longer accept any human as their master. In order not to disturb these poor souls again, I decided not to approach them, but to follow quietly. Fortunately, they had a hard time, but I also had to keep an eye on them, for fear that they would disappear out of my sight, and for so many years no one had discovered them because they were good at hiding and perceiving human approach, and knowing people's thoughts. I am approached today only because they feel that I am a companion of soul and body just like them.

In the vast and endless snowy plateau, in the deep and mysterious mountains, I persistently followed these poor ghost camels from afar. Climbed over the mountains and snowy ridges, stepped on steep and steep rocks, and walked until late at night. The miserable bones in front of me in the moonlight were even more eerie, and that was the light I was leading the way to. I suddenly remembered that my body must have frozen, so I hurriedly followed the method given to me by the ****, stomped my feet and shook my hands, and tossed for a while. Looking at the ghost camels in front of me, they seemed to be hidden, and I could barely see them. I crept my way forward, only to find that the snow was deep enough to cover my head. When I stepped into it, I sank in, but I didn't step on the rocks below. I quickly spread my hands and feet and slowly climbed out, spread my hands and feet to increase the area as much as possible, and slowly climbed forward, and found the footprints of the camel. It is very strange that the snow in the place where the camel tracks is very shallow, usually only knee-deep, but only one step wide must not be deviated, I tried it, and this step seems to be a bottomless sea of snow. I followed the trail for more than two miles, and I got down and slowly touched the camels, and I was so close that I almost entered the herd, and the ghost camels did not get up and run away, and all the camels bent their necks and pinned them to their sides. I was wondering what this was all about, when I suddenly noticed that the moon in the sky was cloudy, and there was a faint buzz in the valley, which began to be very resentful and then gradually high-pitched, until it resonated in my shaking mind. The zigzag footprints behind him were quickly buried by the wind and snow that blew up at some point. I had just walked through a valley more than two miles wide, which had been buried in snow into a U-shaped trough. But when I looked back now, the trough was already filled with a snowstorm like a crying ghost, and where I and the herd of camels were, just out of the valley, where the blizzard had only occasionally burst of snow, except for the occasional flake of snow on my face. Two hours later, as the buzz faded and the blizzard subsided, the situation in the valley changed to the point where I couldn't believe I had come from. As I looked back in horror at the winds in the valley, which had not yet ceased to stop, the ghost camels had risen leisurely to shake off the half-buried snow and began to hurry, and I hastened to follow them and mingle among them. And so I walked on and on until I was white in the east, and the camels led me to an icefall. Carefully step on the rocks and broken ice under your feet, go around the ice surface with the boiling water below, and burrow into the crevice of an icefall, which is a good and spacious space. This space is half a small area in size, the foot is sloping and uneven, and there is a passage in one direction that I don't know how far, and the passage is also an ice waterfall on the left and a stone wall on the right. When they came in, all the camels fell down and remained silent, and I sat down among them and waited for the next opportunity.