: Chapter 44

About this
unprecedented situation
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Four days ago, on the border between China and Nepal, a border railway station.
A young boy with a strong figure and a good face squeezed from the crowd to the front desk and said, "Two tickets to Larilang, hard seats."
The ticket seller stretched his hands lazily: "Identity card -"
The teenager pulled out his ID from the cloth bag, and the man glanced at it and asked, "Is there another one?"
Silently, the teenager drew out a few banknotes and stuffed them in his hands.
The bustling surroundings, the greasy, dark-faced Tibetans shouted loudly, and the dirt and dust-laden bags squeezed around, and there were poultry chirping outside.
The ticket clerk confiscated the money, and handed him two hard seat tickets a moment later.
The teenager squeezed out the crowd, straddled the large and small luggages of the floor, came to the cramped waiting area, and walked straight to the back row of seats. He threw the parcels on the ground and sat down.
A man wearing a big hood pullover beside him turned his head, revealing half of his beautiful white face, with a mocking smile on his mouth: "It's really hard for you, dear brother."
The teenager said coldly: "Wear the sunglasses back, Maha."
Maha's gray hoodie covered most of his face, and a small half of his face and neck were exposed under the sunglasses. The ice sculptures were generally white. The long hair was ponytailed and fell from the bottom of the hood to the side, very soft and black, and looked like a beauty.
His slender and beautiful fingers were tapping on the armrests, seemingly carelessly looking around, his eyes turned around the passing passersby, focusing on observing their body shape and fat thickness.
Galuro was wearing a cottage sports t-shirt, black jacket and trousers, wearing black fingerless leather gloves, short hair braided, exposing the teenager's hard and silent side face, and the long-term exercise on the snow line. Farmers daily.
He carried the package on his knee and inspected his luggage again.
Two days ago, he took out what the parents had deposited for him in the only "bank" in this mountain. That was the last time his parents came to see him in the Himalayas. They agreed on a mechanism. If one day Galuro decided to go out of Tibet, he would go to the designated place to take out the safe that his parents had stored for him. Help him integrate into human society faster and more conveniently.
Of course, human society is constantly changing, so parents will re-deposit each time a certain year passes. The location is not limited to that local small bank, but covers more than a dozen different banks and credit unions on the surrounding railway network.
Galuro turned over in his bag.
Zhou Hui left him something that he had to change only two years ago, including an off-road vehicle key, but he didn’t open it, and he didn’t open it; a dozen Ping An Fu, it is said that every one is now priced at high prices, but in Tibetan areas Not even one can be sold; a cell phone, no electricity, no card, almost overflow the screen maliciously.
The safe that Phoenix had left for his second son had not moved for several years. It contained neatly 80,000 pieces of cash, a set of identification certificates, and the most complete version of the Tibet Railway Map that he could find.
The long-forgotten question reappeared in Galuro's mind. How did his mother look at his father in the past, really because of his good face?
"It's fat," Maha said with a sigh as he looked at a chubby pier led by his parents not far away.
Galuro immediately gave him a warning look: "Don't mess up."
The long legs of Maha shook unsteadily, sitting in the middle of a group of food probably made him endure very hard, coldly said: "When I was eating people on the snowy mountain that day, you didn't have so much nonsense."
"That's different, it's a snow leopard poacher."
"What's the difference?"
"They poached snow leopards, snow leopards are rare animals, even if you don't eat me..."
"Why can't rare animals be killed?"
"Because if the rare animal is extinct--" Galou choked up and said, forehead: "Why should I argue with you about this kind of problem..."
Maha was born with no right or wrong views. His ideas are very different from human beings. Galuro, who has been highly personalized, feels that there is really no way to communicate with his brother.
Peacock wants to grab Dapeng's dignity. The two brothers fought against the top of the snow mountain for seven days and seven nights, regardless of victory or defeat. In the end, Galuro didn't want to go on like this, so he discussed with Maha, and he went down to the mountain to find his father, tuned Zhou Hui away, Maha took the opportunity to find his mother, first to see if Phoenix could save the of peacock Ming.
Maha lost his personality, and he wasn't coincident during the battle with his brother. All he could rely on was experience. It is hard to predict whether he will win or lose in this way. He can only agree to Caluro's proposal. The brothers embarked on the same journey for the first time in hundreds of years.
This is simply a milestone in their family relationship, but Galuro has to purchase items, calculate money, plan travel, allocate supplies, and watch his brother don’t run out to eat people. The hard work in China is really inadequate to outsiders.
The train was still waiting for half an hour to start ticket checking. Mahabo was bored and looked around to see Tibetans in different clothes and blushing, yelling at each other in various incomprehensible languages, and suddenly asked: "This is so broken , Why are you practicing here?"
Galuro said, "I'm used to it."
"habit?"
Galuro was silent for a while, and played with the cell phone without electricity and card. After a while, he said: "When you swallowed the Buddha, I didn't stop it because I knew it. You were condemned afterwards, and I was brought to you by Venti The Tibetan snowfield was imprisoned for 100 years, saying that he wanted to hone punishment and understand the Dharma... Now I want to protect me in the coming year. After all, no one knows if the condemnation will break me from the rebirth."
"A hundred years have passed," Maha said.
"I have been staying in the Himalayas, and I am active in the glaciers on the snow line. I am used to not want to go down." Maha paused and said: "Besides, I am a guide for people, and my life is not bad. Although I am not a Anyway, I have also received incense from the human world. There must be a way to repay the merits. Occasionally saving a mountaineer on a snowy mountain is a good thing."
Maha suddenly remembered that he had received more incense than Jialou Luo-as a genuine brand of Peacock Daming, he might have returned several times more merit than Phoenix, but he never touched it. What year and month will you go?
"Mother's merits are very fast. It's the fastest way to do things for people in the world, and my father will pay it back with him. It will be another three or five years. The incense debts accumulated in the previous thousands of years will be completely cleared. "Galoro turned to look at his brother: "What are you going to do?"
Mo Sha stunned for a moment, and put a hood on his face: "--Forget it."
But forget it is definitely not a solution to the problem.
Anyone who has received the incense from believers must return the merits to the human world in a relative way. As an ancient bird, Phoenix did not specialize in incense at the Phoenix Temple or anything, but after all, it has lived a long time, and the incense of the human world accumulated for thousands of years is not a small number. Form; Galuro is relatively young and not a true god. In fact, it is not much to pay back. To serve as a guide on Mount Everest, which is very Buddha-like, is also a way of returning merits when practicing.
The Peacock King Ming is not only one of the genuine Ming Kings, but also a large number of believers. The incense is difficult to measure. In addition, he only paid attention to devouring Buddha and eating people in front of him.
If he can’t get back to his personality, and he owes too much debt, he may not be able to generate anything after six reincarnations—if he becomes a domestic animal, a pig or a dog, his fun will be great.
"You want me to..." Galuro wanted to ask if you would like me to help you back a bit when you want to pay it back.
He turned his head and saw a few people coming outside the low, dilapidated gate of the station.
Those people are obviously a big brother with a few younger brothers. The eldest brother is at the forefront. The Han man in his thirties is tall, with a black trench coat and black leather shoes. He is very unusual in raising his hand and throwing his feet. It is like standing out in the noisy Tibetan station. Conspicuous.
Each of the younger brothers has a large backpack, and they don’t know what is stuffed in it. Although it looks very heavy, the people in the backpack are very tall, like they have been specially trained.
Garuro's eyes fell on his backpack, and he smelled the smoke of gunpowder and gunpowder.
--arms?
Which triad boss took the smuggled arms backpack to take the train?
"Too lazy to return, let's get back the personality first, then talk about it," Mahla said lazily.
Galuro ignored him and stared at those people with vigilance.
The boss of the black trench coat came to the waiting room and stopped. He looked around the crowd of people, did not find a seat, but his eyes happened to collide with Galuro.
After a few moments, Galuro turned away and continued to play with the old phone.
The boss stared at him for a while, and then looked at the Maha beside him.
Maha was seen by someone since he was a child, and was used to seeing. He was not sensitive to his eyes. But the boss of the black trench coat was really strong. After a few seconds, Maha finally turned his head, revealing a small half of his face, and looked back without emotion under the sunglasses.
He looked around the man up and down, sticking his tongue out and licking his lips the steel tycoon.
This action is quite tempting no matter from which point of view, the boss's eyes suddenly flashed a stunning color.
However, what he did not know was that Maha licked his lips and then turned to his brother. His eyes were full of longing, and he spit out two words: "want to eat."
"..." Galo House leaned on his forehead, and after a while he was powerless: "Get in the car and buy you lunch, okay?"
·
The train was finally late, and Garuro lined up to check in and get on the train. One person carried the luggage, followed by two empty hands, and found the compartment in the crowded walkway, pushed the door in, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
But then he didn't take it back.
I saw the compartment door opened again. The black trench coat boss took the ticket and walked in gracefully, followed by a young man carrying a big bag.
"Yo," the boss saw a little surprise when he saw them, but then he laughed: "--Han people? Come to travel? Two good!"
He has an authentic Northeast accent and is very rare in Tibetan areas. But Maha Maha sitting behind the table board with his hands in his pockets, wearing a hood and closing his eyes to recuperate; Gauluo settled his luggage and sat down silently, silently from beginning to end. Individuals completely ignore the existence of the black trench coat boss.
The boss was not embarrassed. He smiled and asked the younger to put away his backpack. He took out tea eggs, instant noodles, ham sausage, chocolate, and handed a bottle of mineral water to Maha: "Miss?"
Galuro: "..."
Maha didn't even think it was calling him, his eyes didn't open.
The boss persevered: "Miss? Would you like some water, Miss?"
Galuro reached out from the side, took the water bottle, and gently dropped it into the boss's arms: "Thank you, we don't need it."
At the moment when the teenager shot, the knuckles protruded, the arm muscles were strong, his eyes were plain and his eyes sharp, and he swept across like a cold wind.
The boss paused, picked up the mineral water and put it on the table, laughing: "It's okay, you are friends when you go out. You are advised to take a glass of wine and go out to Yangguan without a person in the west-ah, this vast and magnificent frontier! Why don’t you get the urge to drink and drink?" said the bottle and took a sip.
Galuro: "..............."
The train blew a flute, loaded with passengers, and slowly started from the rails of the Tibet Plateau.
The platform stepped back, and the scenery outside the car window quickly turned into a vast, rolling plain.
"Don't be your surname Wu, call me Brother Wu or Old Wu." The boss of the black windbreaker soaked a cup of instant noodles and asked while peeling the tea eggs: "Where are the two? Did the donkey go hiking on Mount Everest?"
Galuro didn't say a word about playing with his old mobile phone, and seemed to turn a deaf ear to everything around him.
The boss stared at him for a while, and suddenly a flash of light flashed in his head, and he took out the charging treasure from his suitcase: "Does the little brother need this?"
Galuro: "..."
"You put the phone on it, yes, that's it, this line is connected... It's about three or four hours full, but you can turn it on later..."
Mr. Wu enthusiastically taught Galuro to charge his mobile phone step by step, and carefully looked up and down his worn and outdated clothes. He smiled and said: "There are still many new things in the outside world, and the little brothers will slowly see them. The two are going. Where? Lhasa?"
"Thank you." Galuro said simply, "Go to Gerang."
"Oh--what's going to Gerang, transfer?"
"Well, King Wang's stunning medical concubine."
"Where does the transfer go, Lhasa? Xining? Sichuan?"
"...Sichuan."
"Sichuan is a good place!" The boss of the black windbreaker suddenly rejuvenated and looked forward with emotion: "I have been to Chengdu—Sichuan Basin! The Kingdom of Heaven! Dujiangyan, Wuhou Temple! The bustling Jinli Street in the afternoon Shang, warm and simple people, fierce and fiery girls!-What are you doing in Sichuan?"
"transfer."
".................." The black trench coat boss asked: "Where does the transfer go?"
Jialou Luolaoyang said: "Gansu."
"Oh--Gansu! Hexi Corridor, Silk Road!" The black windbreaker boss was immediately excited again, and his big hand was lifted up in the air: "Ming Great Wall, Jiayuguan! Dunhuang Grottoes, Flying Buddha Statue! My lifelong dream was to abandon All money and worldliness, strolling in the desert in long veils, reciting the Buddha and sitting in the Tibetan scripture cave, looking up at the magnificent and broad history, following the waves of those years!"
"In meditation! In dialectics! In repeated scrutiny and washing! Achieve self-conscious detachment and sublimation!" The boss put the instant noodles on the table and moved: "Little brothers, it is better to be with us all the way , Go to Dunhuang to worship!"
"No," said Jialou Luo, "I will transfer to Gansu."
"..............."
The boss of the black trench coat decided to shame the last time and asked, "...Where are you going?"
Galuro sat back, holding his arms, showing his hard-lined arms behind his fingerless gloves.
He stared at the depressed face of the black windbreaker boss, and said with great interest: "Beijing."
He waited for the boss to passionately introduce the moonlight of the Great Wall of China, the majesty of the majestic imperial city, and by the way, the current price and transportation and hotel accommodation in Beijing are now popularized. Who would expect the black windbreaker to look at him quietly, his face is particularly difficult describe.
After a while, he asked: "--What do you do around most of China and go to the place where the value of PM2.5 is 90 for three hundred days a year?"
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The brown-skinned train roared across the plains, and in the aisle outside the compartment, the train crew pushed the dining car around and shouted loudly in Tibetan.
Galuro looked at the boss in the black trench coat, and then swept his younger brother, and then looked at the big bag they had put down in the corner of the compartment.
"Where are you going again?" he asked interestingly.
The younger brother seemed to move uncomfortably, but then the boss in the black trench coat sighed and sighed, "I'm going to Beijing too-hey, this world is not easy! When the elder brother has to feed his men, toss a little business, but also I have to go all the way from northeast to Nepal to buy..."
Galou Luo said lightly: "When Brother Big is still so literary?"
"Where is it! The little brother has won the prize." The black windbreaker boss looked out the window and his eyes looked sad: "In fact, when the elder brother is not my intention, my dream is poetry and distance, and the traveler's journey has no borders..."
He silently picked up a ham sausage on the table, pulled off the cover, squeezed it into the bowl, and cut the fork into sections.
The next second, Maha suddenly took off his sunglasses and gazed at the ham sausage.
"..."
There was silence in the carriage, and the shocking face of the beauty appeared in front of the eyes without warning, making everyone silent at the same time.
The black windbreaker boss opened his mouth and could not make a sound, the younger brother's eyes straightened in a flash.
Maha turned to Galoro: "Don't you say you want to buy food?"
Galou Luo was expressionless, and walked out when he got up. However, after two steps, he heard the exhilarating voice of the black windbreaker boss coming behind him: "Come here...Miss, you are honored by this ham sausage. , Please be sure to enjoy the light..."
Maha reached out to pick up the ham sausage, put it into his mouth together for several knots, did not chew, swallowed it directly like swallowing jelly, narrowed his eyes dissatisfiedly, and glanced up and down in front of this man wearing a black trench coat with his cursing skills.
This is actually his favorite type of eating-unlike some monsters that like to eat women and children, he appreciates the mouthfeel and a small amount of fat. If the person being eaten still has a small amount of mana, it is even more tasteless.
And he can see that this man really has mana. If you add a little fire and roast a three mature...
"Hello lady, can you take the liberty to ask for your name?" The black windbreaker boss was a little flattered in Maha's fiery eyes, but still very graceful and owed his body, skilled and smooth said: "Hello, free your surname Wu, Thirty-three years old, casually doing a small business in the Northeast, with seventy or eighty brothers under his hands, and not having hundreds of millions of family property..."
Maha didn't listen to him.
A steak screaming on the plate is actually meaningless to the diners.
Maha reached out his hand, his slender five fingers were white and beautiful, like a reserved lover's dwelling, reaching out to the chest of the black windbreaker boss.
The next second, "Slap!" A crunch sounded and Galuro grabbed his hand from the air.
The voice of the boss came to an abrupt stop, and Maha and Gauluo looked at each other. The former's eyes were fascinating and flooded, but the latter's face was firm and unshakable, and uttered two words: "No."
Maha narrowed his eyes dangerously.
But Galuro turned a blind eye, maintaining the posture of grasping Mahaboo, turning to the black windbreaker boss Shen Sheng said: "Don't ask Mr. Wu's name yet?"
"Oh," the boss is inexplicable: "Under Wubei, little brother you..."
"Mr. Wu Bei," Jia Lou Luo interrupted him: "Please change the car immediately, or get off at the next stop, don't ask why. If you don't leave, you may not be able to get off the train alive. It’s troublesome for me to happen in many places."
Wu Bei: "..."
Wu Bei blinked his eyes, his face puzzled, and he opened his mouth tentatively for a while: "I say you--"
boom!
The car suddenly shocked, and then there was a lot of noise around!
The four people in the cubicle looked out of the door at the same time, only to see someone screaming and ran across the aisle, and then they were swept down by a "Bang!" shot, blood splashing on the dusty old glass. At the next moment, there were heavy footsteps on the other side of the car. Some people roared in Tibetan, screamed one after another, and were suppressed by several huge gunshots.
"Over there! There is still there!"
The sound of footsteps moved from far to near, and then a lama in a red cassock kicked the door of the compartment. He pointed at the people such as Gauluo and Maha with a gun. He roared loudly in Tibetan and gestured to call them out. .
Wu Bei's eyes fell on the cloth tied to the lama's neck and took a light breath: "Snow Mountain Lion Banner..."
Huo Ran got up and turned to the pair of young men and women next to him with a sullen face. He just wanted to quickly drink them away, but he was surprised to find that the "girl" had stood up and stared straight at the lama's gorgeous face. There is an indescribable sense of excitement and evil.
And the boy was in front of him, and said angrily:
"No, Maha! Wait for me to buy lunch now!"