the last priest

During the meal in the morning, Cha Wenbin looked at the other three people. Both Chao Zi’s parents died, Zhuo Xiong’s parents died, and Da Shan was like himself. He didn’t even know who his parents were. Arranging freely, he insisted on bringing together a group of people who were originally incomprehensible.

At noon, Lao Wang brought them into a small conference room again, briefly reported a place name but everyone was excited. This is a place full of legends but no one has been able to fully pass through it. Here is the most unknown localization mentioned in countless classics. This is the birthplace of ancient Chinese civilization and the source of mythology. It is Kunlun.

Kunlun Mountain, also known as Kunlun Xu, the first sacred mountain in China, the mountain of ancestors, Kunlun Hill or Yushan.Due to its towering and tall Kunlun Mountains, it became a natural barrier between ancient China and the west. It was considered by the ancient Chinese to be the edge of the world. In addition, the Kunlun Mountains are covered with snow all the year round, so ancient China used white to symbolize the West.

It is said that Kunlun Mountain is 110 four steps two feet six inches high.Under it, there is weak water that cannot float feathers, and on the periphery there is a flaming volcano that grows a sacred tree that continues to burn.The top of Kunlun Mountain is the capital of the Yellow Emperor, and there are enlightened beasts guarding the gate.

According to ancient mythology, there lived a fairy "Queen Mother of the West" in Kunlun Mountains, with a human head and a leopard body, served by two blue birds.It is the orthodox god of Taoism, who is in charge of male and female cultivators and guides with the East Prince.

Everything about this place is mysterious, and the old king got the information that they need to find an ancient altar, and the person said that the sun and moon wheels will be sent to where they should go by the chosen people.

Looking at the two things brought back by him, Cha Wenbin couldn't tell what it was like, and he made a request: "I want to meet the person you mentioned."

"This..." Lao Wang looked a little embarrassed.

Cha Wenbin said coldly: "Don't I even know who I'm working for?"

"Okay, I'll try it, you wait for me." Old Wang closed the door, his heart was very complicated, why didn't he want to know, but did he have this chance?

Not long after, Lao Wang came back and brought back another person, that middle-aged man.

"Mr. Cha, I'm sorry, none of us can see him for the time being. I think if you can come back alive this time, he thinks you should be able to get all the doubts in your heart."

"Don't you dare to see people if you pretend to be a ghost?" Chaozi said with some disdain.

"No, that's because of him." The middle-aged man pointed to Old Wang and said.

Lao Wang pointed at himself in disbelief and asked, "Me?"

"In order to save you, he spent a lot of energy, so wait until later. That person has not shot for many years. I don't know how many people die every year in the organization. There are many people who are more important than you, and I have never seen him. I think it’s mostly because of Mr. Cha.” When the man said this, he looked at Cha Wenbin, “In addition, when you get there, someone will provide you with weapons and equipment. The connectors have also been arranged, and everyone is ready to set off in the afternoon."

Lao Wang looked at Zha Wenbin in disbelief, then looked himself up and down, and asked, "I was seriously injured at that time?"

"I lost my soul, I lost my soul. I was powerless at the time. Even now, I can't find a way to break it. You have become a vegetable." Opening the door, Zha Wenbin walked out, looking at the bright Sun said: "You are really amazing."

In the afternoon, Cha Wenbin's guy had already been taken over by those people, so except for him, everyone else went into battle lightly.The plane landed in a very remote place, which is at the junction of Qinghai and Tibet. When Chao Zi and Zhuo Xiong got off the plane, they seemed to have returned to the era when they were wearing military uniforms. They were so attached to this place.

The best modern means of transportation on the plateau is an off-road vehicle. The person in charge of the joint is called Lao Dao, who may have been active in this area all year round. His face is dark and his skin is rough, and he is more of a vicissitudes of life.And that kind of vicissitudes can't be left by the traces of the years, but by the battles of life and death. This person, Chao Zi identified at a glance that he was a soldier and had killed people!

There were two off-road vehicles parked in the base, Lao Dao asked, "Which of you can drive?"

Chaozi took the key and said, "I will."

Lao Dao glanced at Chaozi, and he could tell from his experience that some of these people had practiced, but he still said in an almost aloof tone: "Then you follow me, I will receive the The order is to be responsible for the safety of your operation. This Mr. Cha can dispatch the five of us at will. In addition, there are all the equipment you need in the trunk. The camp is at a herdsman’s house outside the bison ditch, where our guide is. , it's getting late, we can set off."

Chao Zi thinks his driving skills are good, but compared with Lao Dao, it is obviously not 01:30. The bumpy and muddy road makes everyone want to vomit, but if it is not for the car in front The car often slowed down deliberately, and Chaozi might not even see the other party's taillights.

The night on the plateau is very cold. When they opened the car door, they felt the biting cold. They followed Lao Dao in a daze and walked into a small house full of Tibetan folk customs. Standing outside the door with steaming buttered tea.

Although this family is in the Tibetan area, they are indeed Han people. Here they saw the guide, a thin but bare-eyed young man. His name was Zhe Luo, and the old man who came out to greet him was his grandpa.

This is where they camped tonight. Around the bonfire, they drank warm buttered tea and ate cakes made of highland barley noodles. On the fire was a roasted whole sheep that was golden and oily.

Zhe Luo's grandfather cut off a piece of lamb leg and handed it to Cha Wenbin first. Although they are Han Chinese, they also continued the Tibetan tradition in vague customs. The first cut of meat was dedicated to the most precious guest.

While eating and drinking, he talked more, mainly because Jerome's grandfather was talking alone.

His hometown was originally in western Hunan. In the era of war and chaos, he and Zheluo’s grandmother brought their family to settle here. Although the natural conditions are relatively harsh, the Tibetan people are very easy to get along with, so the family lived a nomadic life. life.

Later, Jerome's father became a soldier and married a Tibetan girl. When Jerome's mother was seven months pregnant, Jerome's father had an accident during a task of drawing a map. In the end, only his mount came back, a bay red horse.

Chaozi understands very well that in his military career, this kind of accident has happened too many times, and many people have been buried in the depths of the snow-capped mountains forever without a sound. They didn't even get the medal of the Republic. Because the highest honor is to be integrated with the snow mountain.

Zhe Luo has been grazing with his grandfather since he was a child. He is quite familiar with the terrain and mountain shape in this area. He is also very courageous and has good marksmanship. He once faced wolves alone but led the cattle and sheep to retreat.Jerome's grandfather is getting old, so his grandson can only replace the guide's job.

The four people brought by Lao Dao didn’t say a word all night. They just listened quietly to the old man’s narration, and their faces would twitch slightly in thrilling places. Cha Wenbin knew that only a common experience would produce a heartfelt Deep resonance, this group of people is not simple!

Everyone agreed to go to the mountain early the next morning, and the places they needed to go could only rely on human foot strength, and they were given a rough range, so they took their sleeping bags to rest very early.

The night was very quiet, except for the occasional wolf howl and dog bark, only the flames around him were still burning.

Chaozi tossed and turned in his sleeping bag, unable to fall asleep, and asked softly, "Brother Wenbin, are you asleep?"

"Well, is something wrong?"

"I can't sleep. What do you think this group of people are doing? I think we are too easy to be fooled. We were brought to this kind of ghost place casually."

"I don't know, go to sleep, I will know when it's time for you to know." Cha Wenbin touched the sun wheel on his chest, and the warmth gradually began to spread.

At dawn, Grandpa Zhe Luo prepared food for them, but it was all high in calories. Life in Tibetan areas was very hard, but people were very down-to-earth, just like their food, although simple, but enough to keep out the cold.

Lao Dao glanced at his watch and shouted, "It's getting late, we can set off, Mr. Cha, what do you think?"

Of course, Zha Wenbin has no objection, because he doesn't even know what he is here for. Last night, all he thought about was his own life experience. As a Taoist priest, he didn't know his horoscope for so many years. Zha Wenbin was a little sad , because the master in his memory was wandering around drunk all day and sleeping soundly at home, so he really couldn't see any relationship with this group of people.

Lao Dao led people to open the trunk of the car and took out a large bag of equipment, from shoes to clothes, from food to medicine, from compass to tactical flashlight, from dagger to assault rifle, this time the equipment was more complete than before.

Lao Dao threw one of the bags to Chaozi and said, "Will you do it?"

Chaozi skillfully pulled a gun bolt, raising his eyebrows as a response to Lao Dao.

The guide Zheluo was carrying an old shotgun. It is said that it was brought by his grandfather from Xiangxi, and it is not known whether the rifle inside has been worn out.Everyone's clothes are very bloated, and the bags on their backs are also bulging. When entering this kind of place, it is more reliable to prepare a little more. The snow-capped mountains are even more varied than the sea.

Facing the rising sun, this group of people marched mightily to the depths of the distant valley, leaving the smaller and smaller figure of Jerome's grandfather still prostrate on the ground to pray for them.