Daomu Biji

I was dumbfounded. I just saw Fang mentioning this in Wen Jin's notes. Why are they going? All of a sudden I couldn't react. And they probably haven't read Wen Jin's notes. How do they know this party exists?

What's wrong? The Caucasian man looked at me with a strange expression. Just ask me. My face suddenly turned pale.

It's nothing. I was scared just now. I immediately covered it up. Pretending to be weird. Follow him as he goes. Just ask him. What kind of recipe is Tamuta? What are you going to do?

Tamutuo? It's a long story. The Caucasian looked at Aning who was walking in front. He said to me softly. I'll talk to you later. Let's see what the two boys brought back from inside first.

I saw the look he gave me. It seemed that An Ning wouldn't let him talk about these things. So I understood it from my heart. No more words.

People in the camp rushed to tell each other. People sleeping in sleeping bags were woken up. We could only carefully maneuver among the moving sleeping bags. Follow Aning and the others all the way.

The whole camp is huge. Bypass the Land Rovers concentrated on the roadside. There is a tent behind. The largest dome tent is four to five meters in diameter. It should have been picked up by the right person. There are signs in Tibetan on it. It seems to be the standard fee for accommodation. Aning took us inside. It's warm inside. I saw a charcoal stove with a small chimney burning on the side. There is a thick colorful cow hair blanket on the bed. Later I learned that this is called rough Pulu. Pretty expensive stuff now. There are also a lot of old-fashioned Tibetan wooden furniture. As well as some non-woven bags that are packed but not split.

The whole tent is very comfortable. Aning sat on the blanket. A Tibetan comes in. It seems to be the owner of the tent. Pour butter tea for each of us. I also sat down. I looked at these people.

What annoys me the most is the stuffy oil bottle. He sat across from me. Not even looking at me. Leaning against a pile of felt. Immediately start to close your eyes and relax. Not everyone in the car came. Instead, some came that I didn’t recognize. This also made me quite uncomfortable. among these people. I only know one Ukrainian and Caucasian guy. Others are unfamiliar faces.

These people sat down one after another. Aning put the things that Black Glasses had just brought out from the haunted house on the short table in front of us.

It was a flat box of mahogany. After opening. Inside is a broken blue and white porcelain plate. The left side of the porcelain plate. A piece as big as a palm is missing.

Under the stone coffin. There's definitely a space for that. It seems that the porcelain plate was originally placed in that space. What is this. Why would Menyoupin and the others steal this? I couldn't help but be a little curious.

I was about to orient my neck to look at the plate. Suddenly two more people came in outside the tent.

They were an old Tibetan woman with white hair and a middle-aged Tibetan woman. The old lady is as skinny as Chen Pi Ah Si. About seventy years old. But quite energetic. Sharp eyes. The middle-aged woman looks like an ordinary Tibetan. As soon as the two of them entered, the atmosphere in the entire tent suddenly changed. Except for the black glasses and the oil bottle. Everyone else couldn't help but sit up and turn their bodies towards them. Especially old ladies. Two people even saluted her. It seems that this old Tibetan woman has a relatively high position here.

The old woman returned the greeting. and looked us over. Especially me. Maybe it's because of the unfamiliarity. So I took a few more glances. He sat down directly. Aning respectfully picked up the porcelain plate and handed it to her. Asked: Damn it. Take a look. Is this what you saw back then?

Immediately after finishing speaking, someone translated into Tibetan. The old woman took the porcelain plate and looked at it. After a few glances, she kept nodding. And he kept saying something in Tibetan. The translator began to translate her words back. Several people started talking.

Their conversation was fitful. And the translator’s level of Tibetan is not very high. What's even worse is that Chinese doesn't seem to work either. Stumbling. I tried to listen but couldn't understand. He asked Wu Laosi next to him softly. Who is this old woman?

Wu Laosi didn't answer me. But the black glasses on the side spoke. He whispered to me: Her name is Dingzhu Dolma. She was Wen Jin's guide back then.

I hear this name. Just said ah. Suddenly I felt a lot clearer. I was also surprised by the vast power of Aning Company. They not only know Tamuta. And I also know that there is this guide. so. Aning should know about Wen Jin?

I learned from Wen Jin's notes that they set out from Dunhuang. The process of entering the belly of Qaidam. She did mention that they hired a Tibetan female guide. I couldn't help but touch the notebook in my pocket. My heart says what's going on. Has anyone else read this notebook?

but. Wen Jin also mentioned it in the notes I took. The female guide did not take them very deep into the basin. After passing through Dachaidan and entering the Chaerhan area. The female guide couldn't find the way either. In fact, there is no way to find it. Finally they separated from the guide at the pass of a salt mountain. Set off in a deeper direction. The Qaidam Basin covers an area of ​​more than 240,000 square kilometers. Their final journey lasted three weeks. Wherever you end up. No one can tell.

It seems. If they want to go to Tamuta. This old woman alone cannot bring any particularly useful help to Aning and the others. At most, it can take them to the place where they broke up with Wenjin's team.

I was thinking about it. The conversation between Aning and Dolma ended. After saluting, the middle-aged woman helped the old lady out. A few people who didn't understand asked what it was like. Aning could no longer hide the smile on his face. He said excitedly: That's right! She said it was this plate. This was the one Chen Wenjin showed her back then. She said that with this plate, she could lead us to the mountain pass back then.

Several people became commotion. Black Glasses asked: When will we set off?

Aning has stood up. He said to them: Today, at 12 noon, everyone will set off. After that, everyone else stood up. Just go out.

At this time, the man with black glasses said again: Then what should he do?

He said and pointed at me.

Aning and the others turned to look at me. It seems that I just forgot that I was here. Several people were stunned. I just stared at Aning. Want to see what she would say.

Unexpectedly, Aning didn't pay too much attention. After thinking about it, he pointed to the oil bottle. He said to Black Glasses: He brought it back. Let him take care of him. After saying that, he led the people out. There were only two people left in the tent, black glasses and Mengyoubo.

Black Glasses laughed twice. He also leaned on the felt. Lighted a cigarette. Then he looked at Menyoupin and said, I think you are asking for trouble. You just didn't let him get in the car. What do you think we should do now?

Menyouping raised his head. He glanced at me lightly. He seemed to sigh helplessly. He said to me: Go back. It has nothing to do with you here. Don't go into that sanatorium again. The things inside are too dangerous.

I looked at him. I felt very unhappy.

to be honest. I don't even want to go to that bullshit place. I don’t know why Aning and the others went there. I just want to know now. What exactly did Menyouping do in Genting? What was that horrific scene I saw happening?

So I replied: It's okay for me to go back. I just want to ask you a few questions.

Menyouping still looked at me lightly. He shook his head and said: My things are not something you can understand. Moreover, there are some things. I am also looking for answers. He also stood up. He walked out of the tent without looking back.

I was so angry that I was shaking all over. Almost vomiting blood. Looking at his back, I really wanted to rush up and strangle him.

The black glasses also sighed. He patted me on the edge. Said: There is a bus here. It takes three hours to reach the city. Have a good trip.

After saying that, Black Glasses also walked out of the tent. I was the only one left in the tent. The scene suddenly became deserted.

This embarrasses me. There is a kind of being looked down upon. Even the feeling of abandonment. Very uncomfortable. Just now Aning and the others. The attitude of the oil bottle and black glasses. They simply think that I am a dispensable person. This hurts more than insults or hate.

But the problem with black glasses is real.

Think about it too. Aning's team is about to set off. I was rescued by them from the haunted house. This is an unexpected event. So they didn't prepare any measures to arrange for me. There is no responsibility to explain anything to me. Of course I should go back by myself.

but. I am really unwilling to do so. Watching people coming and going outside the tent. Preparations are in full swing. I felt my blood rising. I wonder what I can do when I go back? Wen Jin, who sent the things, left a step ahead of me. The third uncle who could hide this person for twenty years tried his best to find him. How can I find it? Do I want to be like my third uncle? Looking for her for another thirty years for a mystery? impossible.

What happens in a nursing home. confusing. But there are no clues at all. Notes left by Wen Jin. But he kept talking about this Tamutuo. And now. The group of people outside are about to leave. But I was going to buy a ticket and take the bus home.

The only clue to the whole thing. All that remains now is the notes in my pocket. And the content in the notes. It seems to have been hinting to me. Go to Tamutuo. To know something.

What should I do? Return to Golmud. What can I do? I can't do anything.

Be proactive in doing things.

Suddenly my grandfather's words rang in my ears. Then I touched the notebook in my pocket. Thinking about this experience in Golmud. It was entirely because of my quickness and decisiveness that I gained the upper hand.

All right. I made up my mind right away. Fucking stuffy oil bottle. Don't be arrogant. If you can go, I, Wu Xie, can go too. This time I'm going too! I stood up. Walked to An Ning who was preparing luggage outside. Ask her: “Do you have any extra equipment?”

Aning is counting his own compressed biscuits. I suddenly asked her. He showed a very surprised expression: Excess equipment? What do you want to do?

I shrugged. I don’t know how to say it: “I want to join. I want to join. I also want to go to Tamuta!”

Give you a head. Aning smiled. Turn your head and ignore me. Yet I continued to look at her. He said to her: I can help you. Think about it in Yunding Heavenly Palace.

Aning raised his head. His face changed. She looked into my eyes. He smiled at me and said, Are you serious?

I nodded. She pointed to the equipment cart on the side: Take whatever you want. We'll set off on time at twelve o'clock. We won't wait if it's late.