Qilin Jue [Tomb Raiders Notes]

Under the clear blue sky, majestic and stretching mountains stand vertically and horizontally in the sky.From a distance, you can clearly see the white snow line and the silver-white buildings among the mountains.

In Medog at this time, the mountains have just been covered by heavy snow, and the clear sky still occasionally snows.

When entering the snow line, the temperature suddenly becomes colder.

The nomads in Tibet have all moved to warmer places below the mountain, and there are almost no traces of people on the road into the mountain.

The sky is like a dome, covering the four fields.

Amidst the vast snow, two black dot-like figures were walking on the way up the mountain.

Their destination is the silver temple on the mountain.

In a clean and peaceful temple, the young lama was cleaning the snow in front of the temple gate, and he swept out a large open space.

Then six lamas came out from inside. Two of them each carried a large charcoal stove, placed three charcoal stoves in front of the temple gate, added some charcoal fire inside, and then all went back to the temple. The gate of the temple is open like that.

As soon as the lamas entered, two young men in light-colored down jackets and carrying bags came up from the bottom of the mountain ladder.After climbing such a high ladder, they didn't look tired at all.

"Is it here?" The black glasses raised his hand to wipe off the fog on the sunglasses, and asked Zhang Qiling beside him.

Zhang Qiling walked to the front of the temple, looked at the three big charcoal stoves, and kept his eyes shut.He slowly raised his hands, as if he had done it many times before, and placed them on the charcoal stove. The warm air touched his cold fingertips, and the warm feeling spread along his fingertips and flowed throughout his body.

It seems that it used to be like this, whenever he came from somewhere, he would stand here to keep warm.

The black glasses came over with pursed lips, followed his example and put their hands on it, and said with a smile: "Don't say you came here, you just brought me to have a warm fire."

Zhang Qiling looked up at the ridge of the entire temple, looked at it for a while, and then said lightly: "I have been here before."

The black glasses froze for a moment, and said, "Really, you really belonged to me. You have been to everywhere. You didn't think you were traveling all those years, did you?"

Zhang Qiling ignored his joke, and continued with a little doubt: "There should be someone else..."

The black glasses raised his eyebrows, and stopped making trouble, and asked him, "Is there anything you left here?"

"It should be." Zhang Qiling withdrew his hand, looked inside the temple, stood for a while, then walked in.

There are not many people who come to Tibet for tourism in this season, it can be said to be rare, and there are even fewer people who go to worship Buddha, almost none.So now the temple is really too quiet, and the lamas seem to prefer to go back to their rooms to chant sutras.

The black glasses looked at the typical Tibetan-style houses around, and it was rare to be a little curious, after all, this is the place where Zhang Qiling stayed.

Everything in front of him was strange but familiar, Zhang Qiling followed the impression left by his vague memory, walked up one wooden ladder, and passed through many rooms along the way.

Black glasses quietly followed Zhang Qiling.

The two of them didn't meet anyone along the way.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, the two came to a place that seemed to be a backyard, which looked a bit deserted.

There is a patio in the courtyard. There are some mottled Buddhist murals on the outer wall of the patio. Because they are open-air murals, they have peeled off so that only some color blocks remain, and the patterns cannot be discerned.

The black glasses saw it at a glance.Of course, he is not looking at the courtyard, but the back view on the courtyard.

To be precise, it is a stone statue.The stone statue had its back facing them, and someone had put on a black snow jacket.

The black glasses froze for a moment, he recognized who was carved on the stone statue, because it was so familiar...

After reacting, the black glasses walked in front of the stone statue, saw the appearance of the stone statue clearly, suddenly had a strange expression, and then looked at Zhang Qiling inexplicably.

In the stone statue in front of him, the details of the carved parts are completely different. The most delicate part is the face. This part must have been planned to be completed first.

But the point is, this stone statue is carved...by Zhang Qiling.

Moreover, the whole stone statue presents an unbelievable scene - Zhang Qiling is sitting on the patio with his head lowered, and then he is crying.

The black glasses looked at Zhang Qiling, who had been silent all this time, and said in surprise, "You...will cry?"

Zhang Qiling frowned imperceptibly, walked over, but didn't look at the stone statue, but carefully looked at the jacket on the stone statue.

After pondering for a moment, Zhang Qiling stretched out his hand, wanting to pick up the jacket, but as soon as his hand touched the surface of the jacket, he found that something was wrong. As soon as he touched the jacket, he was covered with dust.

This jacket was not black at all, the original color was unverifiable, it was probably white or red, but because it was too dirty and old, it turned black.It should have been draped on the stone statue for a long time.

The black glasses frowned, and many thoughts flashed through his mind.Why is there a stone statue of Zhang Qiling here? When was this stone statue carved, and who carved it?

Zhang Qiling was about to withdraw his hand when he suddenly thought of something, paused, reached into the side pocket of his clothes, kept groping, and finally found a piece of paper wrapped in a waterproof bag.

He took out the note and slowly unfolded it, but the contents inside were all incomprehensible words.

The black glasses leaned over to take a look, and said, "This is German, how could there be such a thing? Did you remember anything?"

"No." Poker bottle folded up the note and put it back.

The black glasses were puzzled, and asked: "You don't want to know what is written on it? This may be the clue you are looking for."

"Enter the mountain." Throwing two words, Zhang Qiling walked out first without looking back.

"Huh?" What kind of logic is this?The black glasses didn't respond.Curling his lips, he quickly followed.

Zhang Qiling walked slightly faster than usual, as if he was eager to prove something.

The two of them had just walked to the gate of the temple, and when they were about to come and go without anyone knowing, they were stopped by a lama who appeared behind them: "Dear guest, please stay."