pilgrimage

Ye Jing yelled reflexively, and the person in front of him immediately frowned and covered his ears, and yelled angrily: "What's your name, brat? I think you'll blow Xuexue up again later!"

Ye Jing felt that the voice was a little familiar at first, and saw the person in front of him take off the broken felt hat, pointed the mobile phone screen in Ye Jing's hand at himself, and wiped the blood on his face: "Bastard, it's me!"

"...Uncle Gesang?!" Ye Jing cried out in surprise, "Are you okay?"

"What nonsense are you talking about, your grandpa and I have a big life." The man sat down on the ground, gasping for breath, and pushed away the tattered sleeves that were seeping blood, exposing a hideous wound on his left arm to the air. In, "Those guys are really hard to deal with. As soon as the blood rushed to the forehead, I took out all the housekeepers. After killing a few of them, I couldn't withstand a shot. As soon as I realized 'bad', the snow fell. It made me roll all the way down, but fortunately, I got rid of those jackals in this way...Your boy is also lucky, it seems that we are quite destined...By the way, where is Grandma?"

"Don't worry, it's okay." Ye Jing gestured to the old man who was breathing steadily with his eyes. Gesang heaved a sigh of relief and sat back. Looking at the wound, he frowned.All three of them had bruises and falls to varying degrees, but the only thing that can be used now is a roll of bandages that Ye Jing stuffed in his bag before going up the mountain, so he had to deal with Gesang's bite hastily, but fortunately the wound did not hurt. The muscles and bones are not very serious, and there is no need to worry about the wound getting inflamed at the current temperature.

In order to keep warm, they picked a wooden stool.Gesang's Tibetan knife curled up when he was dealing with the jackal, and it took a lot of effort to split the stool for firewood, but he didn't know the structure of the place, so he had to carefully light a small fire.After temporarily settled down, Gesang looked around: "But there is such a place down here..."

Ye Jing stared at the fire embarrassingly and said, "I think what happened so far has caused my brain to become confused... If you get lost on the mountain and meet pilgrims, it's dramatic enough, then encountering a jackal attack on a snowy night, Falling off the slope and finding this strange temple-like building... I think these experiences are enough for me to live for a lifetime, if I can make it back alive."

Gesang was injured protecting them, and Ye Jing trusted him a lot, so the chatter broke out, and Gesang smiled wryly after hearing this: "Young people, if you have to think about the good, if you knew this earlier , I will also advise my grandma not to come to the pilgrimage this year, but our family has taken this road for generations to go back to the hometown of Namtso for pilgrimage, and you see, this year is the year of the sheep and there will be a puja..."

Ye Jing said "oh" thoughtfully, and Gesang ended the topic: "Let's spend the night here today, and we'll find the way out tomorrow. Go to bed first, I'll be on guard in the first half of the night, if there's a ghost I'll beat you back when you come out..." He was joking as he moved to the unconscious old man's side to take care of her, then he tilted his head and said "hmm" as if he had discovered something, "...there seems to be something on that Buddha. What?"

"What?" Ye Jing also leaned over to look at him, and found that from this angle, there was a spot on the Buddha statue that was reflecting light.Under Gesang's signal, he carefully stepped on the desk and climbed up, deliberately avoiding the collapsed face of the Buddha statue, and after looking closer, he found that there was an object the size of a book page embedded in it.

Carefully reaching out to pick it up, he actually took the thing out from inside.Ye Jing retreated with the stack of paper-thick things, and Gesang and Gesang leaned in front of the fire to have a look, and the two couldn't help but gasped.

"This...is this gold?" Ye Jing murmured involuntarily, seeing the conspicuous color and feeling the weight in her hands.Gesang also looked very surprised. He looked over and over at the sheet that seemed to be made of pressed gold, and suddenly said "Huh": "There are words on it."

Ye Jing was a little surprised when he heard that, but at this time Gesang had read the first few lines in the light of the fire, and then raised his head with a dull and unbelievable expression: "It said... □□Lama' the title of the ordinary Vachi Ladan □□Lama of Buddhism in the world led by the Great Shan Zizai Buddha of the Western Paradise..."

Ye Jing was stunned for a while, but Gesang looked at the golden page again and frowned, "Is this the golden book?"

"The so-called gold book is a canonization edict made of gold foil, which originated from the term used in the Qing Dynasty when canonizing the first lama." Gesang explained, "Before, at the invitation of Emperor Shunzhi of the Qing Dynasty, the fifth first lama led three thousand officials I went to Beijing with my maid to visit, and was given a gold book and a gold seal. According to what it says, isn’t this the gold book of Ngawang Luosang Gyatso?" After speaking, he laughed as if he thought it was funny, and Ye Jing also hooked The corners of their mouths twitched, but gradually, the curves of their mouths froze.

No one is sure if this is true, but in such a strange place, a strange temple is built, and a fake gold book is set on the Buddha, and no one can tell the purpose.

"In our village, some people once said that the passage between these two mountains used to be a passageway for going out. It is said that many lamas have walked this way on their missions." After a long time, Gesang looked at the darkness outside and slowly opened his mouth, reluctantly. Smiling, "The fifth king's gold seal is in the Potala Palace, but I have never heard of its gold book, maybe the fifth king's best kept it privately when he came back this way..."

Ye Jing's eyes were a little blurred, he couldn't laugh when he heard Gesang's joke, and at this moment, Gesang patted him on the shoulder heavily, Ye Jing turned his head in a daze, and saw the other person's expression became serious : "Listen, Ye Xiaozi, put the booklet back later, don't tell anyone, and make plans after we go out, after all, if this is true..."

Ye Jing swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and nodded heavily. After crawling back and putting it away, he felt as if all the strength in his body had been exhausted, and even the wound on his body was numb from the pain.He lay back in the corner and forced himself to rest, but he couldn't sleep well. The pilgrimage, the jackals, the avalanche, the temple, the golden book, each event played back in his mind.When I woke up again, it was already late at night, the fire had already gone out, and even Gesang fell asleep snoring while holding the diaper.

Ye Jing moved her stiff limbs, planning to get up to watch the night, but after scanning the surroundings, she suddenly found that Gesang was the only one left.

The old man is gone.

He was slightly startled, and was about to wake Gesang, when he suddenly heard a low voice, echoing faintly in the darkness, like a ghost whispering, with an indescribable coldness, wrapped around his heart, Suffocating.

Ye Jing felt a chill in his heart, and looked around tremblingly. When he looked at the Buddha statue, he saw a pair of cold eyes looking at him coldly, as if the eyes of the Buddha statue had suddenly returned to normal.

Ye Jing's heartbeat stagnated, and at this moment, the strange voice sounded again, he forced himself to calm down, raised his mobile phone screen to take a trembling photo, and found that it was an old man, she was kneeling in front of the Buddha statue, chanting words, He seemed to be holding something in his hand, and the eyes just now belonged to her.

"...Grandma, what's the matter with you?" Even though she knew that the old man couldn't understand, Ye Jing still stepped forward to ask.The old man's voice stopped abruptly, he turned his head abruptly, raised his wrinkled old face to look at him.Ye Jing was taken aback by this look, and at the same time, she also found that the old man was holding a prayer wheel, which seemed to be the one she had been holding during the pilgrimage.

Although this thing can be seen everywhere in Tibet, Ye Jing was still attracted by its exquisiteness.Just as he was watching, the old man suddenly grabbed Ye Jing's hand. The cold body temperature made Ye Jing stiff, thinking that what was holding him was a corpse. At this time, the other hand of the old man picked up the prayer wheel and raised Then he pointed to the Buddha statue, then stuffed the prayer wheel into Ye Jing's hand, and closed his hand for him to hold.

Ye Jing didn't know why, but the old man just stared at him for a while, then returned to the corner and curled up.Ye Jing looked blankly at the prayer wheel in her hand, and wanted to ask something, but the old man just closed his eyes as if he was asleep.Ye Jing sat back in his seat, staring blankly at the prayer wheel engraved with scriptures and inlaid with colored stones, and stayed up all night until dawn.

The next day, the weather began to improve. After eating the batter made from compressed biscuits, they left the strange building and walked along the canyon for half a day. Finally, they climbed up a relatively low gentle slope and returned to Came back the same way.Ye Jing didn't tell Gesang what happened yesterday, for some reason, he just looked at the figure of the old man in front of him, and felt that there seemed to be something hidden in a place he didn't know.

In the following time, they just walked forward in a dull manner. Due to the worship of the old man, they walked for nearly five days in two days.The mountain began to slow down, and woods gradually appeared around. The hardships along the way made Ye Jing feel the urge to cry when he saw the wooden house in front of him.

--it's over.He thought, but only he thought.