Chapter 54: The Himalayan Snowman Mystery 2

Ami's story

I walked for another two days.

In the past two days, Sean was the most leisurely person. He lay on the stretcher with satisfaction due to injuries. He checked Professor Fang Xin's computer every day to compensate for the early giant biological knowledge. Now he can more clearly determine the living habits of various monsters.

However, Sean's leisure is based on the busyness of Basang, Captain Huyang, Zhuomongba and Yara. It is these four who are taking turns carrying stretchers.

The other three had nothing to say, but Basan was very suspicious of Sean's injury.

Sean was sober and his wounds were not inclined to be further infected. Why didn’t heal for so long?

At least he should be able to go down the ground by himself.

However, every time I change the dressing, I can always see the frowns of Lu Jingnan and Tang Min. There is still a lot of pus on the drainage strip every time, but if the wound is infected, Sean's body does not show any other symptoms.

They couldn't explain this. They had used anti-inflammatory drugs and antibiotics that could be used. Could it be that Shambala's bacteria are also different from those in the outside world?

Zhuo Mu Qiangba was also injured, why is Zhuo Mu Qiangba okay?

His wound has basically healed and scarred.

However, Basan did not care about Sean's physical condition. What he was worried about was that Sean not only did not share part of the burden, but instead increased their burden, greatly reducing the itinerary of the entire team, so that sooner or later the militants would catch up with it.

If it were in his former team, a team like Sean should have left the large army and fled himself in the forest. If it was very painful and difficult to survive, the other members of the team would not hesitate to help the injured soldiers to free them.

Every time he saw Basanna's cold and murderous eyes, Sean couldn't help but feel a little ashamed. Of course, he knew that he was currently a drag on the entire team, but that close contact with the mosquito might have hurt the sciatic nerve. As long as his legs touched the ground, it would be painful, and he would never sacrifice himself for the safety of the team.

During the rest of the two days, with Zhang Li's unremitting efforts, he finally discovered two more records about Maggie. Master Yara translated it for him with full charm.

Although the war gradually subsided, whenever I saw the innocent faces and hatred eyes of those children, I knew that the imprint of hatred had been set down, and under the calmness of the surface, the undercurrents surged.

I don't understand what the guys who live on it think.

The balance between the forces of the two kingdoms has been maintained for hundreds of years. Breaking this balance will inevitably lead to terrible consequences. They should understand this truth! Unfortunately, we cannot go back to the above. It seems that I will never know the truth.

However, when I passed by Gongrala Village, I saw a scene that moved me. A large group of children aged six or seven, ragged, surrounded by a girl about ten years old, chirping and laughing.

They seemed to have forgotten the pain brought by the war. At this moment, they showed the innocence that children should have, and were so harmonious with the grass and saplings.

I couldn't help but stop and look away. It was not intentional, but I heard the children report to the girl with their backs to me with their tender childish voices.

"Sister Maggie, I helped Uncle Laga find the broom in the hut. Uncle Laga praises me for being careful..."

"Sister Maggie, I cleaned the towel for my mother, and my mother also said I'm very capable..."

"Sister, sister... the little lamb in the house hurt his leg. I wrapped it for it. The little lamb even licked my hand..."

"And I, and I, I watered my dad's orchard, and my dad said I'm grown up..."

...

All kinds of cheerful reports, accompanied by the smiles of silver bells, nourished the hearts of me, the audience like spring rain.

It seems that this is the first time I know that happiness can be shared like this.

The children rush to talk about their happy and proud things. Before they knew it, they forgot all the pain, hunger and fear, and their tender little faces set off their smiles.

The older little girl, carrying a small bamboo basket, seemed to be giving away some kind of reward.

I always feel that this back is very familiar, and the name Maggie is also lingering in my heart.

When she turned around, the smile that made people feel like spring breeze, the sweetness that made people feel like spring spring in their hearts was her... The trembling figure immediately appeared in my mind, Maggie Ami.

As she grows older, Maggie becomes more and more beautiful. Anyone who sees her quiet smile will become an unforgettable memory for her life.

Maggie no longer knew me, but her smile did not change, and her clear eyes did not change.

As I approached, I was shocked to find that Maggie's small basket contained various seeds, including grass seeds, fruit cores, and grains.

Those younger children held these seeds in their palms like treasures, and their faces were filled with a happy smile.

I asked curiously what game they were doing.

Maggie quietly told me that those children, who suffered in the war, either lost their relatives or became disabled, were covered in gray, and if no one helped them, their hearts would be as cold as the ice that would last for thousands of years on the snowy plateau.

Seeing those children who had lost their childhood face and smiles, Maggie thought of herself.

She hopes that these orphans who have encountered war can find happiness in misfortune; she hopes that the grief she has endured and experienced will not come to other children again.

So, she collected many seeds and told the children that they could exchange for a seed of happiness with their daily happy things and things that make everyone happy.

Sow those seeds, water them with love, and cultivate them with happiness, and the seeds will sprout small buds of happiness, grow vigorously, and bear the fruits of hope.

In this way, children will collect happiness every day, and they will forget the unhappiness.

Looking at Maggie's innocent smile, I couldn't help but feel trembling.

What kind of girl is she?

Just a small seed can make those children forget the pain and collect happiness.

She directly sowed the seeds of happiness into the hearts of the children.

Healing the trauma of war is something I can’t do even if I try my best to do it. She did it, she is just a ten-year-old girl.

After entering Gongrara Village, I heard something even more heartbreaking: just half a year ago, my mother-in-law who was dependent on Maggie had passed away.

Has the little girl who just now filled a basket of happiness and distributed it to the children already shouldered the burden of life alone?

When I saw the admiration and worship in the eyes of those children, I became more and more convinced that this little angel was the reincarnation of Tara in heaven to save us souls who were damaged by the war.

...

When I came back and passed by Gongrara Village again, Rasodio invited me to spend the Hokkien Festival with me. I remembered that little girl again. Maggie should be twelve years old.

When the bonfire started to burn, I saw her.

She was getting more and more graceful. She danced in the flames, her skirt was flying, the flames swayed with her dancing posture, and the earth was also rhythmic under her feet. Her smile looked back at her face...

Unlike Zhang Li who only paid attention to those beautiful descriptions, Master Yara, Captain Hupo and others paid more attention to these hidden information similar to private travel notes and notes. Now they have a general understanding that this should be an isolated place in the snow-capped mountains, which is extremely difficult to enter and exit.

If various legends are considered history, it should be that in the past ten thousand years, various ethnic groups have migrated here due to war or famine.

The indigenous people here collectively called the entire three-layer platform the Holy Land. Perhaps they had a unified model thousands of years ago, but they later dispersed. Since the Goba people arrived here, they called it Mount Saint Sumeru, and one of the third-layer platform was rebuilt by the Goba people, they called it Shambala, which was built as the legendary, without war or famine, and it seemed that everything was automatically completed.

The reason why we believe that the unified model has appeared before is because in various memories and records, the power distribution of the tribes mentioned is very similar. Just like the Kukur tribe in the American jungle, it is divided into the divine power and the royal power. The spokesperson of the divine power is called Diu.

Master Yara explained that Diu is a wizard in ancient Bon religion who can directly talk to gods and predict futures, and also has the ability to relieve suffering or reduce natural disasters.

In the entire second-level platform tribe, Diu's status rose to a height second only to the royal power or equality with the king. Every village has a Diu. They acted as a village chief and a village doctor, and could play a role like a weather curse master, a Gu master, and a beast master in war.

Among all kinds of memory information, there is another very important point - war.

In the log of Gongbu Village, there is almost no mention of war. Perhaps the war will never affect Gongbu Village, which is far away on the first floor, or the recorders of Gongbu Village are very secretive about the word war. These things that are far more important than natural disasters and sacrifices have not appeared on the log once.

Judging from the memories and experiences recorded by different people in different periods, wars broke out more than once here, and they broke out once in less than a few decades.

The Goba people did not arrive here smoothly at first, but had countless conflicts with the former indigenous people here, and finally established their status.

In one of the oldest memoirs, it talks about the most difficult war after the Goba tribe arrived at Mount Saint Sumeru. It was at the top, and they were inseparable from a certain tribe.

This part of the content was discovered by Yueyang, and he was surprised - in some of the information found by others, the description of the war was slightly touched.

After all, at that time, the forces that could compete with the Guangjun were almost non-existent. The tribe that could fight for several days in the Guangjun must have been quite powerful.

Yueyang handed over the information to Master Yara.

The mage looked at the name of the tribe and couldn't help but feel moved: "Masang!"

Yue Yang said: "What kind of tribe is this?"

The mage said: "Masang is a legendary tribe.

According to legend, before Tubo ruled the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, there were more than a dozen dynasties, and Masang was one of them.

Its rule period should have been before the Xiangxiong Dynasty and was probably in the same era as the Shang Dynasty.

At the same time, Masang is a powerful monster in the ancient Bon religion. After it merged with Buddhism, it was often called Yasha! And among the ancient myths and legends, there is also an extremely famous legend about Masang."

Zhang Li has been extremely sensitive to legends and stories recently, so he quickly probed his head and asked: "Is that true?

What legend?”

Master Yara briefly said: "It is another legend about the origin of Tibetans.

According to legend, our ancestors have always lived on the plateau.

Our ancestors lived in caves on the mountainside, also known as Yanjuren; and in places higher than the snow-capped mountains, there were snow-capped people who were suitable for survival on the snow-capped mountains. Their name was Masang.

Therefore, Masang can also be called the Snow Mountain Man.

According to legend, the Masan people are taller than us, with thick hair on the surface, long hands and wide feet, and they walk like flying on the snow-capped mountains.

In ancient times, people from Xueshan often went down the mountain to bully Yanju people. Yanju people rose up to resist, but because their physical conditions were not as good as those of the other party, they were always bullied by Xueshan people.

Later, in order to survive, the people of Iwaju invited Sadu Aisan, the mother of the gods.

So, in a duel between the Iwaju people and the Snow Mountain people, the God Mother helped the Iwaju people, turning the weapons in the Iwaju people's hands into huge stones, while the weapons in the Snow Mountain people's hands were turned into snowballs.

In the end, the people of Yanju used stones to drive the people of the snow mountain to the other side of the mountain, and from then on they happily survived and reproduced under the snow mountain, and finally formed various tribes on the plateau."

“Huh?”
To be continued...