Chapter 32 32. Tibetans
The endless grassland and the sky as blue as glass.
All the fields were silent, and there was no sound.
The Tibetans are praying to the majestic ancient mountains in the west. They are chanting the language of their ethnic group, with a mixture of awe and worry in their tone.
The heavy tent blocks the harsh sunlight on the plateau, and load-bearing pillars nearly as thick as a person support this luxurious and solemn dome. The outside is white, but when you look inside, it is dark red.
The man was drinking in silence, and there was a glass of highland barley wine placed across the table from him. The wine was clear and fragrant, but it was a pity that the person who could drink the glass of wine was not here.
"Woma..." He said solemnly, raised his head and drank all the wine in the glass.
Like him, someone picked up the barley wine on the table and drank it at will.
What he picked up was the glass opposite the man's wine table.
His eyes suddenly became sharp, "Where did you come from, you bastard? You dared to touch the wine I prepared for Duoji Kaixuan?"
"I'm afraid it will be difficult for the young man named Duoji to come back." Someone whispered.
The cold and unfamiliar voice made the man sober. He followed the voice and looked over, and then he could clearly see the figure at the wine table. Wearing mysterious clothes, he has two horns on his head, and his eyes are burning with flames the color of the sun.
The man stood up with a bang, and the nerves in his whole body were tense to the extreme. Under the gaze of the unknown creature, it seemed that he would snap in the next moment!
"Don't be nervous." The other party shook the empty wine glass in his hand, "Is there more of this kind of wine?"
"Yes..." The man swallowed hard, and his voice became hoarse unconsciously.
"Please have another drink." This voice seemed to have a kind of magic power, soothing his heart that was beating like a drum at the moment, and the tense nerves unnaturally relaxed.
The man lowered his eyebrows and took the wine glass handed by the unknown creature, then turned around to get the wine bottle placed on the cabinet.
"My time is limited. I don't want to get into trouble. I will leave after I figure out some things. I hope you think so too." Behind him, the voice sounded again, freezing the man's hope that others would come to help.
He took off the jug and poured the fragrant highland barley wine into the glass.
The man took off the felt hat on his head, bent his body at ninety degrees, and gingerly presented the filled wine glass.
"How?" He heard the creature ask inexplicably, but it was obviously not asking him.
“It tastes good, better than stream water.”
It was the young girl who was speaking, but the man clearly remembered that there was no one else here except the unknown creature that suddenly appeared.
Could it be that the demons in the Kunlun Mountains have escaped? There was a turbulent wave deep in his soul.
About two weeks ago, terrible changes occurred in the Kunlun Mountains. The elders of their clan warned them to leave the mountains as soon as possible, otherwise a great disaster would befall them. Those old people are the messengers of the gods passed down from generation to generation. It is said that they can communicate with the mountains and predict the wind direction and fertile land in time for the next year.
These elders are the most respected among the clan and have extraordinary status.
So even if the man's biological brother has not returned from the Kunlun Mountains, he has to evacuate his place of residence, leave a message in the old place, and move here. Not long after they left their old place of residence, divinity burst out from the Kunlun Mountains. Ancient demons walked out of the mountains and slaughtered all humans in the mountains. The blood dyed the sky red in those days.
It's been two weeks and still no word from his Walmart.
But he still put a glass of wine in the tent as usual every day. Dorje was the strongest warrior in their tribe. He believed that he would not be killed by the demons and would return triumphantly from the sacred mountain.
The wine glass was gently placed on the wooden table.
The man could feel the creature looking at him.
The eyes are ancient and solemn, like a king sitting here.
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In the shade outside the tent, the old people closed their eyes.
Children chasing the lambs ran past them, but their carefree laughter made the old people even more worried. The aura of the sacred mountain has become increasingly manic in the past few days, and they can no longer obtain any information from nature.
If Kunlun changes and becomes a land of monsters, what will the people living here do? The world is very big, but this is their homeland, and their ancestors have lived here for generations. These old people who guide people every year are rarely confused and unable to express their worries to the people around them.
Because they are the eyes and brains of the clan.
If they are uneasy, the people in the clan will lose hope even more.
Suddenly, the old man at the head opened his eyes wide.
He looked at the largest dome in the clan, with a trace of surprise in his eyes.
"That's it." In the tent, Li Xi'an looked at Qingniao standing on the table and sipping the highland barley wine in the glass with a clear expression.
Kunlun Mountain is shrouded in a field, blocking entry and exit. Even the flesh-eating demons cannot break through this field and get out of the mountain. As for human entry and exit, it is even more impossible. The scenes of demons eating people and killing each other described by the man are obviously the rising creatures of Kunlun.
"Where are the old people you mentioned who can communicate with the mountains? I want to meet them."
Human beings who can communicate with the mountains must know much more than the man in front of them, and may even know some of the secrets of Kunlun Mountain. He found the largest and most luxurious tent and thought that big people should be sitting inside. Unexpectedly, the really powerful old people were watching children herding sheep outside.
The man looked sullen and embarrassed, fearing that this unknown creature would be detrimental to the elders in the clan.
"Dignified guests who have come from afar, please forgive me for my lack of etiquette." At this time, the door curtain was opened, and the unique incandescent sunshine of the plateau penetrated into the dim tent.
The old man in luxurious and complicated robes stood there, bowing his head slightly to apologize.
Li Xi'an smiled.
"It's okay." The old man could spot him because he specially sent out a breath to invite him.
"Can you tell me more about how Kunlun is doing now?"
The blue bird sipping wine at the side also raised its head and listened attentively.
"The situation is not good. Kunlun was originally sacred, but now it is filthy." The old man shook his head, "We don't know where this filth comes from, and there is nothing we can do in the face of this change. We can only choose to relocate the ethnic group as soon as possible."
"Then do you know where the filth begins?" the blue bird on the table asked, surprising the man.
The old man's expression remained unchanged, and he was deep in thought. After a long while, he slowly spoke: "The place where the sun and moon cannot be seen."
"The place in the Kunlun Mountains where neither the sun nor the moon shines." The old man's tone became more certain. "This is the dream I had on the eve of the Kunlun Change. Several of my brothers also had similar dreams. We It is impossible to point out where the filth comes from, but it is clear that the filth comes from a land where the sun and the moon are invisible.”
The bluebird flapped its wings and landed on one of Li Xi'an's corners.
Li Xi'an knew that Qingniao had an idea, so he stopped asking any more questions, thanked him and left.
But there was a muffled sound behind him.
The man's whole body lay straight on the ground, his hands stretched out, and his head hit the ground hard.
"Please..." the man said in a deep voice. He had a hunch that this was the closest he had been to his brother in the past two weeks, "Save Dorje!"
Li Xian's expression was calm, while the old man was secretly observing his expression, worried that Li Xian would be angry because of the man's behavior.
The young man in front of him is not a human being, but he is able to walk in human form. This is actually beyond the old man's imagination. In their knowledge inheritance from generation to generation, if a demon appears in the form of a human, it must be an extremely terrifying demon. With such a creature, the old man is worried that everyone in the clan will turn into blood in a single thought.
But the old man didn't blame the man for his actions.
"I will pay attention." The young man said this, and his words relaxed the nerves of the two people.
Without looking back at what was going on in the tent, Li Xi'an pushed open the door curtain and his figure disappeared, as if melting into the sunlight.
(End of chapter)