Chapter 7 Does the Pabala Temple exist?

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Special training

During the training process, the personality traits of each member gradually became clear. Basan, with his usual indifference and arrogance, rarely communicated with others, as if he was independent of this group, which made Zhuomu Qiangba very dissatisfied, but to be withdrawn, it seemed that Yara Lama was more difficult to get close to than Basan.

Every day, he could only recite the Buddhist scriptures silently, and even Eric could not communicate with him. However, Yala Lama's memory was amazing. No matter what the content, he could remember it completely as long as Eric and Lu Jingnan said it.

Perhaps only Zhuomu Qiangba knew that the memory of these lamas who could recite millions of Tibetan Buddhism without saying a word of the word was completely tempered.

The one with the worst memory among the crowd was Zhuo Muqiangba. Professor Fang Xin had some knowledge of biology. Zhang Li, Yueyang and Tang Min were young. Basang had rich experience in the field, and only Zhuo Muqiangba was like a newbie.

But he is undoubtedly the hardest-working one among all the trainers. The things he knows when he sorts out notes and memories almost occupy all Zhuomu Qiangba's rest time, and even reaches the state of selflessness.

For example, sometimes when eating, he was surprised to find that the porcelain bowl they used was actually blue and white, and the firing time should be in the mid-1980s. The Jingdezhen logo at the bottom of the bowl was forged. The chopsticks they used were made of nan bamboo, which was born in the same geographical environment as the gang bamboo suitable for bowing. They ate Northeast rice, and the black soil accumulated by basalt was able to grow this kind of glutinous, soft, soft but not sticky rice grains.

Before going to bed, he wanted to recall: This two-layer wooden bed is made of ordinary firewood, and is made of wedge-wood woven and can only barely support the weight of two people. The best wood is agarwood, and under it are red sandalwood, yellow flowers, sand and stone wood, iron pear, ebony, boxwood, nanmu and other fine woods; the bedding sheets are all cotton fabrics, and the ancients used the materials for quilt covers and clothes, Jilihu silk was considered relatively elegant, and the materials for cicada wing silk fabrics unearthed from Mawangdui are still under verification.

It is in the dream that people in the same room can sometimes hear Zhuo Muqiangba murmuring: "Green-eyed mountain silkworm moth, Lepidoptera, Big Silkworm moth family, northwestern South America, with wings span of one meter two, green eyes on the wings, lepidoptera, slime pulp, contains allergens, and the seventh abdomen knot has a pair of poison glands that can produce hydrogen cyanide, which is highly toxic... Australian jellyfish, highly toxic... People die after thirty seconds of touching..."

Not only that, during lunch break every day, Yara asked Zhuomu Qiangba to recite the ancient Nyingma scriptures his father asked him to repost until the word was good. The reason was that the mythical stories in the ancient scriptures were most likely true and would guide them to find the right direction.

The person who asked to study the relationship between the origin of text and the evolution of civilization was Zhuomu Qiangba. Although it was left unresolved in the end, Zhuomu Qiangba had time to ask Eric for the origin of text, what are the differences between pictographic and symbolic bodies? What are the characteristics and common points of cuneiform, Maya, seal, oracle and holy book text? Even Eric often scratched his head and ears, and finally had to use a sentence: "I     I am convinced you" to end the unanswered questions.

The one who is most interested in Zhuomu Qiangba is probably Lu Jingnan. She was incredible about this powerful man who was full of energy and questions at any time. She always answered the questions raised by Zhuomu Qiangba very carefully. She also hinted several times that she wanted to have a good talk with Zhuomu Qiangba alone, but Zhuomu Qiangba either pretended not to know or politely refused. All his emotions were left to Tang Min without reservation, and she did not want to go any other way on personal emotional issues.

In the practical basic training course, Tang Min is undoubtedly the weakest, but although this crying little girl failed repeatedly in training, she never shed a single tear.

Indomitable, he finally passed all subject tests.

The most surprising thing is Yala Lama, this inconspicuous old man is like a hermit master, making people unable to understand his background.

No matter what difficulty the training subject is, just like he remembers the theoretical knowledge, he passes the test all at once. Sometimes even Zhuomu Qiangba cannot pass it once, but Yala Lama just passed it, so relaxed that even Eric sighed.

However, during the entire early training, Zhuomu Qiangba always had a bad feeling, the feeling of being peeped at and having a cold back.

He knew that the blonde man would not give up easily like this, but he could never find the enemy's trace. The more he did, the more dangerous he felt.

There is another question. The commander-in-chief of this operation has been going on for so long, and the leader has never been seen. Zhuo Muqiangba asked Jingnan about this question and replied that he went abroad for an inspection, which seemed to be a large-scale water conservancy project.

Time passed by bit by bit, and in a blink of an eye the maximum temperature in the camp reached 26 degrees during the day. After the training that afternoon, the male team members changed into camouflage vests. The tall Zhuomu Qiangba's almost perfect muscle lines seemed domineering in the sun.

Now he is a world of difference from a few months ago. He has the best results in climbing, rope building, drilling holes, diving, and fighting, and has passed the theoretical knowledge assessment. At least he already knows what the things he had tested at the camp on the first day.

The grass is splendens, which is common in the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau; the stone is weathered red sandstone, which looks solid, but is actually broken particles that cannot be climbed or used as fixed objects; while animals larger than ants are terrifying and famous marching ants in the desert.

At the same time, he also understood the magical animals and plants mentioned by Basang. The strangled tree seemed to be a wisteria variant. The vines grew like the roots of the plant. When they touched the entity, they would linger several meters away. If they were entangled with people, they could find a climbable tree. The next morning, they would find that the man had been strangled on the big tree. The colorful lees in Tibet were once rampant. They could grow more than ten centimeters. When the weather warmed up, they would squirm. Regarding the disaster area, Tibetans have such a proverb that says: "White horses pass by, turn into red horses; white dogs pass by, only skin and bones are left."

As for the ice axes, crampons, octopus rings, locks and other equipment used by the scientific expedition team in Kokoxili, Zhuomu Qiangba now knows them as well as his own arms, but he still lacks the opportunity to use them in practice.

Zhuo Muqiangba recalled several grappling movements taught by Lu Jingnan in front of the camp, and practiced slowly alone. Zhang Li and Yueyang sat under a tree to rest. The two soldiers of similar age met too late and are now friends. Basang sat on the tall tree, still as cold as a lone eagle. He was impatient and prone to irritability, but he suffered losses under Zhuo Muqiangba and Yara, and then learned his lesson.

Professor Fang Xin and Eric also have endless academic issues to discuss.

Tang Min and Lu Jingnan stood in the distance, but Zhuo Muqiangba could sense that they were all looking at themselves from afar.

Yala Lama, the seemingly most mysterious lama, came over again.

Yala Lama looked at Zhuomu Qiangba for a while and asked, "Are you Kubai?"

Zhuo Muqiangba nodded and said calmly: "I have worked in it for several years before, but later I went to business and became unfamiliar."

Zhang Li suddenly jumped up from under the tree and asked, "Master Jungba, I have heard of Kubai several times. What is that name?"

Zhuo Muqiangba smiled and said, "It's just an ordinary competitive competition, similar to the title of champion."

Yara said seriously: “It’s not just that simple.

Kubai is a glorious and sacred title, and is known as the Tibetan warriors.

A long time ago, large-scale competition was very popular in Tibetan areas. At that time, all the vassal states had to send the strongest guys to participate in the Kubai competition. The competition content included horse riding and shooting, yak competition, Tibetan wrestling, Abka, and Odo, and more. Now only the southwest region of Ali still retains the Kubai tradition, and the competition content was also compressed to four events: Abka, wrestling, Doga and zipline."

Yara glanced at Zhuomu Qiangba and said, "It is not easy to get Kubai, it requires excellent in all aspects."

Yue Yang also stood up and asked, "What is Okay, Duoga, what is...what?"

Zhang Li also knew a little about these Tibetan small competitions. He explained to Yueyang that Aijia is an elephant tug of war. Two men put the rope on their shoulders back to back, like a fibre pulling fiber. When fighting, they each tried their best to move forward. The posture was like an elephant, and the other rules were the same as tug of war. Most of the Russians were knocking flying stones, which was to use rope covers the stones, and use hand skills and rope inertia to throw the stones far away, so that they should be far and accurate; Duojia was similar to lifting weights, holding large stones, and there were also sports such as gating and pulling ox horns...

Yara asked Zhuo Muqiangba again, "The first time I saw you take action, I felt that your wrestling technique was made with sticking, sticking, crutching, and circles. I'm afraid that it was not what Kubairi learned?"

Zhuo Muqiangba secretly exclaimed that he was very powerful and explained: "When I was doing business in Chengdu, I met an old man in Qingyang Palace. He taught me to practice Tai Chi."

Yara nodded, and Zhuomchanba asked back, "But then again, Master Yara's skills surprised us.

The so-called true person does not reveal his appearance, I think this sentence should be the most appropriate for Master Yara.”

Yara said in a plain tone as usual: "I have been practicing secretly in Sera Monastery for decades and have also learned some leap techniques."

After saying that, he went aside to recite the mantra again.

Zhuo Muchangba felt very strange. Why did Yala Lama suddenly think of asking such a question? He saw in a trance that something was reflecting in the mountains.

On the electronic display screen, the distance, angle, and slope between the target are displayed one by one, and Zhuo Muqiangba's puzzled avatar was enlarged to the front of her.

Mo Jin stood in the dense forest on the mountainside in a majestic military uniform. He took off his electronic telescope and murmured suspiciously: "Is it really so sure?

What special training is going on?

Have you already known where that place is?"

"Marso!"

With Mo Jin's roar, a militant with brown hair, narrow eyebrows, and a high nose and flat mouth ran out of the shade of the tree with a roar.

He is also about 1.8 meters tall, but he is in a posture of nodding and bowing at any time, which looks a bit vulgar.

"What's up?

boss?"

Marso's English is very sloppy. It turns out that he was the militant who used his hands to pick up the ashes for Mo Jin in Kokoxili.

Mo Jin straightened the brim of the hat and asked, "Has that lunatic still not recovered?"

Marso said anxiously: "Yes, the United States said that communication is mainly too difficult, and communication and psychological communication are very important for the recovery and treatment of mental patients.

And when we invited the translator in Lhasa, he didn't know much about the Goba people. When he translated, he was...it was as uncomfortable as I spoke Chinese."

"You speak Chinese?

Do you want to say it's just like I speak Chinese?

ah!"

"No...no, no...no."

Mo Jin lit the smoke, and he let out a stream of white smoke helplessly, murmured: "Is anyone proficient in the Goba language?"

"have."

"Then why don't you go and invite me!"

Masso pointed to the foot of the mountain and muttered, "Just...just...just below."

"Um?"

Mo Jin said, "You said that person is also in special training?"

Masso nodded and said, "Well, his name is pronounced strangely, it's called "Freckles are fake."

Mo Jin glared at Maso fiercely and cursed: "Bastard!"

After taking two steps, he turned around and cursed: "Food bucket!"

Suddenly, he had an idea and said, "They are doing special training, and we will also do special training! Marso, go and organize and train me those people from Kekexili. Even if you go to die, you will die gloriously."

Masso said he would do it immediately, and then asked fearfully: "Boss, Soris locked himself in the room all day long and did a lot of bottles and jars to do experiments. The Tibetan residents nearby were very disgusted. I wonder if we would be exposed?"

Mo Jin was silent for a moment, took a deep breath of smoke and said, "No matter what equipment he wants, try to satisfy him as much as possible.

Whether we can succeed will depend on his little animals in the future.”

Both Maso and Mojin have left, and the jungle has returned to tranquility, as if nothing has happened.

The basic training has ended, and it will be on-site training in the future. With the strong economic support of the Zhuomangba Consortium, they began adaptive training for different environments around the world.

The first group confrontation is the easiest confrontation of wild survival skills. The first competition is to create a fire, with all kinds of tools placed together, and then the two groups of players select their own tools. Which group ignites the flame first is considered a victory.

As Lu Jingnan's whistle sounded, Zhuo Muqiangba, Basang, Zhang Li and Yueyang, four strong men, took advantage of their physical advantages to run to the place where the equipment was stacked. They carried the driest and thickest piece of wood, then dug a small groove on the wood, filled the digging wood chips into the groove, and at the same time sharpened a small wooden stick, pressed the pointed end firmly into the groove, and began to rub the small wooden stick back and forth with both hands.

Four strong men took turns to prevent the stick from stopping the rotation. Five minutes later, the wood chips in the groove began to smoke. Zhuo Muqiangba and others were overjoyed and did not bother sweating and rub the small stick even more vigorously.

Half an hour later, the first cluster of flames successfully emerged. Zhuo Muqiangba and the four of them had long been smoked black. They were so good along with their sweat, and their faces were as fancy as those of the special forces in camouflage.

But when the four of them turned around and looked at Professor Fang Xin's group, they were stunned. Professor Fang Xin and the others were already holding a torch, looking at Zhuo Mu Qiangba and the others like they were looking at the primitive man.

Zhuo Muqiangba stared at them with wide eyes, feeling that Professor Fang Xin and the others were both relaxed and comfortable, as if they were not working hard at all. Basang and Yueyang were also stunned, only Zhang Li was still blowing hard at the groove, shouting happily: "It's igniting, it's igniting."

Haha, it's ignited!"

Professor Fang Xin and others came over with a torch, looking at the four vague men panting, each of them with an expression of being unable to help laughing.

Zhuo Muqiangba asked unwillingly: "Teacher, why are you so fast?"
To be continued...