Yang Shuoming's gaze swept over the mural on the wall again, and his attention was focused on some details on the picture that were easy to overlook.

"What is this, Dolma? Do you know? Yang Shuoming pointed to an inconspicuous magic weapon placed next to the senior monk and asked.

Zhenji Zhuoma stepped forward and looked at it carefully for a while, and said, "That's a flute?" ”

"Dizi?"

"Yes, a flute made of human bones." This time, the Tibetan Shao gave a positive answer, "This kind of flute is a very common ritual instrument, and most of them are made of human bones. ”

xiangdao turned out to be a human bone product again, and Yang Shuoming's brows couldn't help frowning slightly.

As if he understood something from Zhenji Zhuoma's answer, Yang Shuoming's gaze left the mural and looked at the rest of the scripture hall, at this time his "supercomputer eye" also started to scan the surroundings.

Jenji Zhuoma seemed to notice the red light in his eyes, but instead of being frightened, she followed him with interest.

Yang Shuoming walked forward, his eyes swept over the Buddhist statues around him one by one, and suddenly he seemed to have found something and stopped in front of a broken Buddha statue.

Yang Shuoming stared at the Buddha statue carefully, he stretched out his hand to brush the dust on the Buddha statue's carcass, and nodded.

Jenji Zhuoma understood what he wanted to do, and a hint of worry flashed in his eyes.

In the center of the Buddha's abdomen, a rectangular mark is revealed.

This trace, which may have originally been part of the belt decoration of the Buddha statue and was obscured by the painting, now has a noticeable gap due to the detachment of the paint on the surface. Based on Yang Shuoming's experience, he can conclude that this is a small niche deliberately left by the lamas when the Buddha statue was built to preserve what they considered a "sacred object".

Yang Shuoming clapped his hands, removed the dust on it, took out a small folding knife made into a pliers shape from his pocket, he opened a screwdriver folded inside from the handle of the pliers, and used it to gently pry open the mud tire and get out of the inside. After Yang Shuoming opened it, he found a deep square niche with a black-brown copper box inside.

Yang Shuoming carefully took out the copper box from the square niche, brushed off the dust on it, the copper box was covered with beautiful and dense lotus patterns, just for this box, it is a precious work of art. The lid of the copper box is also affixed with a seal with the six-character mantra written in Tibetan and stamped with a Dharma seal.

Yang Shuoming didn't open the box immediately, but carefully examined the box, his expression focused and solemn, as if he was worried that some demons and monsters would suddenly come out of the box.

Zhenji Zhuoma came to Yang Shuoming's side, she didn't have Xiangdao Yang Shuoming would find such a copper box from the belly of the Buddha statue, and her eyes widened, full of suspicion.

"Guess what, Dolma, what's in this box?" Yang Shuoming seemed to know what she was thinking, smiled slightly, and asked.

"I guess it's not going to be gold." Zhenji Zhuoma watched Yang Shuoming squat down and put the copper box on the ground, squatting down beside him with a smile.

"If it's gold, I'll put it back." Yang Shuoming laughed, "It's definitely not gold." ”

"What could that be?" Jenji Zhuoma asked curiously.

"I guess it's the flute." Yang Shuoming said, opened the seal, carefully picked the lock on the box with a knife, and while opening the box, he took Zhuoma's hand, ready to dodge at any time.

The lid of the box made a "squeak" sound, and slowly opened it backwards, Yang Shuoming pulled Zhenji Zhuoma and waited for a while, making sure that there were no mechanisms and hidden weapons in it, before he stepped forward to look at the contents of the box.

Sure enough, as Yang Shuoming guessed, what was in the box was a flute made of human bones.

Yang Shuoming took out the flute from the copper box and observed it carefully. This is a flute made of human shins, the two ends of the flute are inlaid with beautiful silver ornaments, and the flute body is also carved with beautiful patterns, this flute is very skillfully made, and it is not something used by ordinary lamas at first glance.

Yang Shuoming intently observed the human bone flute in his hand, and the "supercomputer eye" was also scanning the flute and giving relevant data, and as he expected, this flute was also made of less bones, and the age of this young person should not exceed eighteen years old.

And the wear and tear of the mouthpiece of the flute indicates that it must have been used many times. …,

Yang Shuoming gave the flute to Zhenji Zhuoma, and he searched the copper box again, hoping to find something related to the human bone flute, but found nothing.

The "supercomputer eye" also shows that the box does not have any mezzanine.

"Blow it, and the mountain god will come." Zhenji Zhuoma waved the flute and said suddenly.

"How do you know?" Yang Shuoming asked.

She shook her head, "I don't know, it's just ......" A trace of confusion flashed in her eyes, and she didn't say any more, but returned the flute to Yang Shuoming.

Yang Shuoming looked at the human bone flute with a blue and white luster in his hand, and suddenly had a bold idea in his heart.

"Let's do an experiment and find out if the mountain god is summoned with it." Yang Shuoming said, "Zhuoma, do you remember the last time you met the mountain god? ”

"Yes." Jenji Zhuoma nodded, "You want to go?" ”

"Tomorrow, you take me there, and we'll find the mountain god." Yang Shuoming put the human bone flute back into the copper box and said to Zhuoma with a smile.

"You want to summon the mountain god?" Jenji Zhuoma was taken aback.

"yes." Yang Shuoming came to the mural again, staring at the group of mountain gods listening to the monks on the mural, and the content of the report that inspired the anti-drug in Myanmar suddenly appeared in his mind.

"The mountain god understands Buddhism, maybe it will help us to make this shijie a little better."

Yang Shuoming pulled Zhenji Zhuoma out of the temple and came to the top of the mountain, looking at the snow-capped mountains in the distance, Yang Shuoming took a deep breath, opened his arms, and hugged the Tibetan Shao in his arms.

"Tomorrow, the chief is going to go into the mountains for an expedition, and he wants me to ask Xiaobai if you are interested in participating?"

"Into the mountains at this time?"

Qu Shuang listened to Long Yonghua's words and made sure that he was not joking, so he couldn't help but be stunned.

"He's not trying to do some experiments, is he?" Qu Shuang, who knew something about Yang Shuoming's spleen, seemed to remember something and asked.

"Who knows? He commanded him to bring a large number of raw cattle, but he did not know what he meant. Long Yonghua remembered Yang Shuoming's series of strange orders, and couldn't help grinning.

"Okay, I'll go and see tomorrow." Qu Shuang sank slightly, and decided to participate.

Under the influence of Yang Shuoming, a "high-tech warlord", Qu Shuang also became full of curiosity about the unknown.

He was keenly aware that Yang Shuoming's expedition had an extraordinary purpose.

Early the next morning, just after dawn, a special expedition team quietly set out.

Riding on a yak, Jinji Zhuoma looked at the team, his eyes full of curiosity.

The number of people in this group was not large, only about two dozen people, but among these people, except for the Tibetan guides who carried the supplies, they were all gun-wielding soldiers.

These soldiers were different from the Han soldiers that Zhenji Zhuoma usually saw, they were wearing blue and white military uniforms, tall, short, fat and thin, carrying strange firearms that she had never seen before, some of them were very kind, some of them were fierce, some of them loved to talk and laugh, some of them were silent, she was very strange, such strange people would form a team, and all of them obeyed the orders of the person next to her.

"Is this it?" Yang Shuoming's voice pulled her out of her thoughts.

"A little further on, just over the hill." Jenji Zhuoma pointed to the distance and said.

A map flashed in Yang Shuoming's eyes, and according to the map, their current location was the slope of the eastern foot of the end of the Kanga Mountain, a branch of the Himalayas.

"It's beautiful here." Qu Shuang couldn't help but sigh.

In this part of the Kanger Mountains, the northwest side is full of towering mountains, frozen and snowy, and eternal; The mountainside is cloudy and unpredictable. In the southeast, there is a deep canyon, and the gray granite walls stand thousands of miles, and there is no grass, which is hideous and terrifying. On the gentle slope of dozens of kilometers around Jinghu Lake not far away, the scenery is completely different, with oak, alder, beech, and fir trees forming a luxuriant primeval forest. Animals such as deer, monkeys, foxes, hares, goats and civets are hidden in the area. The green grass on the lakeside, the babbling stream, and the white swans swimming leisurely across the water, it looks like a paradise isolated from the rest of the world.

"If the lakes and mountains here can speak, they will be able to tell us how many forgotten stories there are in the slowly passing history." Yang Shuoming looked at the high snow-capped peaks, crystal clear lake water, and verdant and dense forests, and said. …,

"Hanzhi, you say, does zhende exist as a mountain god?" Qu Shuang looked at the beautiful Tibetan Shao who was not far away, and asked Yang Shuoming softly.

"What does Xiaobai think?" Yang Shuoming smiled undeniably.

"I've been here for a long time, and I know some stories about the mountain gods." Qu Shuang said, "Among them, the most widely spread legend among Tibetan folk is that there is a saying that a high monk can use witchcraft and can subdue demons and demons. One of the most famous monks had a magic flute that could summon mountain ghosts and monsters to come and listen to his teachings. There is a passage that describes it like this: 'At that time, the snow was full of snow, the ice lakes were like mirrors, everything was silent, and the mountains and forests were sleeping. The monks and masters sit upright and chant the scriptures, play the flute, the mountain ghosts and monsters, come one after another, the monks and laymen, worship together, sigh the boundless Dharma, and the gods are always there. But as an atheist who believes in science, I think it is the religious rulers and aristocrats of Tibet who use the faith of the lamas to deceive the working people and serve their rule. ”

"Xiao Bai thinks it's a lie to summon the mountain god to come and listen to the Fa? But why do so many people believe it? Long Yonghua heard their conversation and came in with a smile, "And many people have seen it with their own eyes." ”

"That only shows that the deception is clever." Qu Shuang said disapprerovingly, "It's not that you haven't seen how backward this place is compared to the mainland. At that time, people were not able to grasp the mysteries of nature and could not understand the laws of nature, so many scientific phenomena were disguised as faith and deliberately distorted by the ruling class to serve their interests. I think that the matter of 'mountain gods listening to the law' may belong to this quality. ”

"Xiaobai has a point." Yang Shuoming said with a smile, "But there are things that are not just legends of some letters. ”

"You always say that you believe in faith, but people don't necessarily think that it is faith." Long Yonghua pointed to Zhenji Zhuoma's back and said with a smile, "If you say that again, she will be angry." ”

Listening to Long Yonghua's words, Qu Shuang covered his mouth with a smile, winked at Yang Shuoming, and didn't say anything more.

Probably hearing what they were talking about, Jenji Zhuoma glanced back at them, and then quietly urged the yak to run forward, and in a short time ran to the front of the group.

Yang Shuoming noticed her movements, but he thought about it, but he still didn't catch up.

The team continued to move forward, and Yang Shuoming couldn't stop observing the surrounding situation with the "super computer eye", and did not find anything abnormal.

I don't know how long it took, a team member ran quickly from the front.

"Chief, go and take a look, the footprints in front are a little strange."

After listening to the team members' reports, Yang Shuoming and Qu Shuang Long Yonghua all jumped off the back of the yak, Long Yonghua ordered the team to stop advancing, and Yang Shuoming and Qu Shuang followed the team member and ran to the front of the team.

Yang Shuoming came to the front of the team, and at this time, Zhenji Zhuoma was crouching on the ground with two team members, carefully observing the footprints on the snow.

Qu Shuang followed Yang Shuoming to their side, Qu Shuang lowered his head and looked, probably because of the cold or too nervous, he actually shivered.

At this time, on the snow, two lines of huge footprints clearly appeared

Yang Shuoming looked at these footprints, and a trace of excitement flashed in his eyes.

These steps are called "footprints" because they are completely different from the footprints of animals such as bears, deer and wolves, these footprints are divided into two rows, one back and forth, and the span of each step is about 40 centimeters, which is obviously the footprints left by a creature walking on two legs.

Yang Shuoming squatted down beside Zhenji Zhuoma, carefully observing these footprints, and the "supercomputer eye" also started. Yang Shuoming could see that these were traces of barefoot prints on the snow, each footprint was about 30 centimeters long, showing a short, wide thumb, which did not join the other four toes, but stretched diagonally to the side alone. The rest of the toes are also short and have a broad, rounded heel. Judging from the details of the soles of the feet, it has a certain curved arch, but it is not as obvious as that of humans. Yang Shuoming quickly judged that these were neither human footprints, nor ape footprints, nor traces left by other animals.

"These are the footprints of the mountain god, aren't they?" Yang Shuoming asked Zhenji Zhuoma, and the Tibetan nodded less.

At this time, some other team members also gathered, and when everyone saw this strange footprint, they all looked at each other, and no one spoke. …,

A member of the team with a sniper rifle leaned down, grabbed the snow with footprints, sniffed it, and shook his head, his face showing disbelief.

"What's wrong? Lao Wang? Someone asked, "Do you smell something?" ”

"I don't know, it's hard to say what it is." The sniper on his back said, "This is the mark left by last night, and I'm afraid I'm going to go far now." ”

"Let's follow this footprint first." At this time, Long Yonghua came to their side, he looked at the footprints on the snow, glanced at Yang Shuoming, and ordered.

The team followed the footprints as they walked down the hillside, through the spruce trees on the side of the road, into a bush where the ground was undulating and littered, making it increasingly difficult to see the footprints. The team chased them out of the woods, and their footprints disappeared on some of the granite on the slopes.

"It came down from the dense forest in the mountains." The team member surnamed Wang pointed to the distance and said.

"It's right here." Yang Shuoming observed the surroundings and said decisively.

"You want to wait here for the mountain god to appear?" Qu Shuang asked with some surprise.

"That's right." Yang Shuoming turned around and nodded at Long Yonghua, and Long Yonghua immediately gave an order.

"Unload the grain and put it over there."

"Everyone is looking for an ambush position, there is no order, no shooting"

Zhenji Zhuoma stood beside Yang Shuoming, she looked around with some anxiety, several Tibetans were unloading raw materials such as raw food on the yak's backs and piling them up in an open space, while those gun-wielding team members disappeared into the surrounding woods one by one like ghosts.

Soon, all the team members were gone, leaving only Yang Shuoming, Zhenji Zhuoma, Qu Shuang, Long Yonghua and a few Tibetans who helped.

"We're just waiting for them to come?" Qu Shuang looked at Yang Shuoming, who was calm and composed, and asked with some concern.

"No, we invited them." Yang Shuoming smiled and took out the human bone flute found in the abandoned temple.

Yang Shuoming raised the flute to the side, took a deep breath, and played the flute.

The human bone flute emits a low, whining sound, which has nothing in common with the flute sound that people are accustomed to hearing on a daily basis, and sounds as if it is a cry from the depths of the human throat, in this silent and empty forest, people can't help but produce a rough and primitive feeling.

After Yang Shuoming blew for a while, he stopped, looked at Qu Shuang meaningfully and smiled.

There was no one around to speak, and there was still a deep, distant silence.

"I'm afraid it's not too powerful to blow once, so let's do it a few more times" Yang Shuoming looked at Zhenji Zhuoma, smiled slightly, and played the flute again.

This time the flute continued for about a minute or two, and nothing unusual happened around Danshi as before.

Yang Shuoming blew the flute for the third time, and the long, low whining sound echoed in the forest again.