Chapter 3 Basan’s Memories

He said in a hurry and slightly trembling voice: "That is pure coincidence, or our retribution, and that is simply the devil leading us.

We lost our way in the westerly wind belt and walked for fifteen days in the vast wind and snow. Even we ourselves didn't know where we were, but we just knew that we were still in the huge Himalayas, and we seemed to never get out.

Three people were frozen to death, two of them were suffering from snow blindness, and the living people also reached the limit of their lives. When they were climbing an unknown peak, a team member fell and slid down the snow slope. I don’t know how long it took, but he spoke to us on the walkie-talkie and asked us all to go down, and he discovered heaven!”

Tibet Living Map

Zhang Li carefully surveyed the old house where the madman temporarily lived, and finally stood up and concluded: "I'm afraid it's not as simple as picking it up."

Look, this is the mark left by continuous pedaling with your feet, this is the mark of dragging your feet on the ground, there are fragments of scratched fabric beside the door, and the madman was forcibly taken away.

When the three of them entered the house, from the footprints, they were all over 1.8 meters tall. Who would they be?"

Professor Fang Xin walked out with a torn blanket and a small hanging decoration, and said proudly: "It seems that they are walking in a hurry, and they don't know the value of the things in the madman."

Zhuo Muqiangba looked at the dirty blanket and asked, "What is this?"

Fang Xin said: "This is a kesi blanket. It is not clear what it is, but from the workmanship, it has a very 13th century Tibetan style.

This ornament is a piece of gold and gawu, which contains a set of Buddha's suffering pictures. I think these are all things on that lunatic, and you can take them back for your father to see."

The three of them returned to Zhuo Muqiangba’s home in disappointment. Zhuo Muqiangba was puzzled along the way: “Who took that lunatic away?

Is it Minmin?

Why is she?

No! It won't be her."

As soon as he got home, Zhuomu Qiangba was busy calling their branch of Tianshi Base in Tibet, so that all employees could pay attention to a lunatic. Although they could not say it in detail, Zhuomu Qiangba still told each employee in detail as much as possible.

Professor Fang Xin took the things he found to pay homage to Mr. Naruto.

Master Naruto was already very busy. He wanted to give blessings to some worshippers who came from afar and praise Buddhism. Professor Fang Xin could only take advantage of the time to let Master Naruto identify what he brought back.

Not long after, Professor Fang Xin ran out with joy and said to Zhuo Muqiangba and the others: "It has been confirmed that this is a silk blanket from the Sakya Dynasty, with the Buddha of Happiness and the Ming Concubines on it.

As for the material, Mr. Naruhito said that he had never seen such fluff, either a cow or a horse, or a sheep or a camel, which was very rare.

That Gawu is modern and unique to the Goba people.

The small words on both sides are the Bodhisattva Shantideva: All disasters, fears and sufferings in the world are born from the self, when will this demon need this year?

The picture inside contains the Buddha's explanation, which is difficult for thousands of ghosts to swallow in the heaven and the hell of the world. Later, the legendary Qilin passed through the ninety-nine levels of heaven before saving the Buddha from the hell of the world of the world.

And... and Master Naruhito said that this legend is unique to the Goba tribe and there is no record of any Buddhist ritual.

Mr. Naruhito said that he can do his best to help us find the territory of the Goba people."

"ah!"

Zhuo Muqiangba was so happy that he knew that the weight of his father's words was quite heavy. With his father's influence, they would be greatly enriched in material things, and some things that they could not obtain with their abilities could now be easily obtained.

Zhang Li said on the side: "But, now your only clue has been cut off, how should you find it?"

Zhuo Muqiangba said: "No, you don't understand.

We know the general scope of life of the Goba people, but no one has ever been there.

Now all the clues are concentrated together. The mastiff we are looking for and the lost Buddhist scriptures are most likely within the life of the Goba people. We can set off as long as we bring enough equipment!"

Fang Xin said: "Well, this matter is not too late. The disappearance of that lunatic is really not a wonderful thing."

Zhang Li said: "So, what equipment do we need?"

Zhuomongba said: "A powerfully driven off-road vehicle, full equipment for climbing Mount Everest, food and an excellent guide."

Professor Fang Xin said: "Since Mr. Naruto has spoken, I think everything in front is easy to do, but an excellent guide..." Zhuo Muqiangba smiled.

Fang Xin said in surprise: "Do you already have the right candidate?"

Zhuomongba said: "Yes."

He turned around and walked towards the inner hall, but did not go in, but pointed at Raba who was pruning branches and leaves.

The gray-haired old man was still confused, and Zhuo Muqiangba had already begun to introduce: "Uncle Laba, he is the living map of our Tibet.

The sky left no traces of wings passing by, but the uncle could pursue the aura of the eagle thousands of miles away. The sacredness of Nianqing Tanggula Mountain could not soothe his inner fanaticism, and the surging of the Yarlung Zangbo River could not stop his steps…”

Laba looked at Zhuo Muqiangba with a smile. His wrinkled face was like the warm sun in spring. He smiled honestly and said, "Master Qiangba, why did you impose the story of Prince Achu on me!"

Zhuo Muqiangba smiled and said, "Uncle Laba, you are fully qualified to be a living map of Tibet.

Do you know that when Uncle Raba was young, he was the most famous head horse on the ancient Tea Horse Road, and then served as the ground navigator for the Hump Route. He surveyed the Tibetan-Nan-Nan-Nan-Nan-Nan-year-old border. In the early 1990s, he led a mountaineering team to open up the Namgabawadeng Peak Line. He could count how many deep ditches and high mountains there were in Tibet. "

Zhuo Muqiangba only said three brief things, but every time he said something, Professor Fang Xin's mouth opened a little. After he finished speaking, Professor Fang Xin's mouth had already opened into an "O" shape. He walked forward excitedly, held Raba's hand for a long time, and was unwilling to let go.

Laba felt a little embarrassed.

"Old hero, please forgive my previous disrespect."

Professor Fang Xin said sincerely.

He has been to Zhuomengba's house several times, but he always thought that Raba was just an ordinary old servant.

Before liberation, there were still many serfs in Tibet. After liberation, some of them became self-sufficient, and some were unwilling to leave their original noble masters, so they stayed in the noble family.

Therefore, Professor Fang Xin has never paid much attention to this old man with wrinkles and calluses on his face. When Zhuo Muqiangba talked about it today, he realized that this old man had such achievements.

The ancient Tea-Horse Road and the Hump Route are all long-standing dangerous roads. Although one is a horse gang cargo transport hub and the other is a dead corridor in the air, they are all very dangerous. What surprised Professor Fang Xin the most was the opening of the Nangabawa Peak Line.

Nangabawa Peak is a cliff next to the Yarlung Zangbo River. It is the highest peak of 7,000 meters in Tibet. In Tibetan, it means "a spear that pierces the sky". It is easy to imagine how difficult it is to climb. Laba, at least 60 or 70 years old, wasn't he over fifty years old when he surveyed Nangabawa Peak? That's not what ordinary people can do.

Raba was a little overwhelmed by the professor's excitement, and he hurriedly said, "Don't say that. Professor Fang Xin is a wise person. Like Master Naruto, I, Raba, respected me.

I am just a man who runs around the mountain. I like to walk more while my legs are still moving.

When I was eight years old, if the master had not saved me, I would have fallen into the Nujiang River with the horse gang to feed the fish. The master exchanged me for gold from Toast Kang..." When talking about these old things, Raba always felt a lot.

Fang Xin said relievedly: "So that's it.

That's fine. I'll feel at ease with you as our guide."

Laba said in a daze: “What?

What guide?”

Zhuomangba said: "Uncle Raba, we want to go to the territory of the Goba people."

"What?

!”

The flower in Laba's hand fell to the ground, "Why... why did the young master suddenly want to go there?

Do you know?"

Fang Xin said: "Mr. Deren has agreed."

Zhuo Muqiangba said: "Uncle, have you been there?

Why are you so nervous?"

He patted his head and said, "Yes, Uncle Laba is a living map of our Tibetan area. I haven't been to any place."

Raba picked up the flower cuts, shook his head slowly, and said, "No, I dare not hide it from the young master. Raba knows the place you mentioned, but he has never been there before.

The master said that it was a land cursed by God. The ominous black clouds brought eternal haze, and the dark night was shrouded in evil breath.

Only a life that loses its conscience is thrown into the hell that never turns back.

That shouldn't be the place where you are involved, Young Master."

Zhuomangba said: "I remember what my father said, but this time my father agreed.

Moreover, my father also said that the Medicine Buddha, Glazed Light, threw himself into hell and used the six-direction mandala flowers to relieve the resentment that had accumulated for thousands of years.

Avalokitesvara, Thousand-Handed and Thousand Eyes, once preached the teachings of lotus flowers and survived countless evil spirits.

Even Tathagata Sakyamuni put down his mount and guarded the lonely souls whose souls were discarded and wandered on the road to the underworld and could not turn back."

He knew that Raba was a devout believer and could not be explained by ordinary truths. Raba must be used to teach his father.

Raba still shook his head and said, "Why should the master agree?

That's not a place where the young master can go.

Why did the master agree?”

Professor Fang Xin then said: "The Goba people may have protected the Buddhist scriptures that have been passed down for thousands of years since the Buddha's death in Tibetan areas.

Those classics from thousands of years ago should be the time to get out of the valley.

This is why Mr. Naruhito agreed to let us go."

Raba said, “No, you don’t understand.

The environment there is unimaginable."

Zhuo Muqiangba said anxiously: "Then you know, where is it, uncle?"

Raba said: "To be precise, it should be in the southern part of Tibet, and the south is west."
To be continued...