We inquired, Yao Yuan did not leave, it was already dark, and he was not in a hurry to look for it immediately, but stayed to inquire about the situation.

The name of this Keyan woman is very complicated, and Wu Gang translated it for us as Du Ruoga. In addition to her, there was her husband and three children (two boys and one girl) in this shack. As mentioned earlier, the Kyan clan is a matrilineal clan with a social structure, and the person in charge of the family is a woman, but this man has no sense of existence. The Kyan people are a people who have suffered many disasters, and most of their people outside the mountains live in refugee camps or tourist attractions, like animals, for people to visit. And the people of the Kyan people living in the deep mountains are a little better, and they can continue their race according to their own ideas.

Living in this inaccessible deep mountain, not only will you face a lack of supplies, but also be attacked by fierce beasts and poisonous snakes, bad weather, and the surrounding ethnic minority mountain people.

However, "the avenue is fifty, the sky is forty-nine, and people escape one of them", existence is the truth, and the Keyang people here naturally have tenacious vitality. I saw that in the corner of the shack, there seemed to be an old-fashioned rifle (thanks to the night vision provided to me by Duoduo), and Wu Gang told me that the elders of the Keyan tribe were able to train snakes and use snakes to keep the village safe. Speaking of which, Du Ruoga got some black and purple plant juice and sprinkled it on several of us, saying that if it was stained, the snake would think that we were its own people, and would not attack rashly without orders.

The other two women left with their things, while Duraka busied us and our family with dinner.

Du Ruoga had a daughter named Mo Dan, who was only six years old, the same age as Duoduo, and although she grew up in this poor shack, she was beautiful like a little princess, and she loved to laugh, and her giggling laughter was like clear mountain spring water, washing our hearts. Unfortunately, she also wore a copper ring around her neck, which was not as exaggerated as her mother's, but it still made us feel uncomfortable.

Some people say that the Keyan people worshipped the ancient creature giraffe, and used it to scare the tigers in the jungle, but it is no longer verifiable, and has now evolved into a national habit.

As modern educators, we are not able to understand this deformed custom of foot binding.

Dinner wasn't delicious, this dark and weird rice was the worst I've ever tasted, but the host chewed it in small bites as if enjoying it. In addition to the rice, there is also a black and yellow sauce, they eat it wrapped in it, it looks very fragrant, but I ate a little, and I felt that it was made of unknown insects, with an inexplicable fishy smell, and when I chewed it, there was an insect leg. We didn't eat much, including Wu Gang, and after the meal, I found chocolate, 99 energy bars and compressed biscuits from my backpack, as well as ham sausages, instant noodles and bread, and distributed them to the three children.

I still remember the delightful smiles of the three children as they carefully ate a piece of dark chocolate.

Their eyes shone like stars at that moment.

However, these things were quickly put away by Du Ruoga, and Wu Gang explained to me that Du Ruoga did not let the children eat too much, and should keep them as a reward.

As the only girl, Modan was rewarded with a whole piece of chocolate candy, happily in her mouth, and next to her two poor drooling older brothers stood beside her.

Half an hour after the meal, a woman who had left before led two old women dressed in white to the place and introduced us to the elders of the village. We stood up and saluted, because all the gifts were gone, so we had only the kyats offered. They took it too, and then asked us something with a smile. Wu Gang was quite competent as a translator, and we chatted for a while, and then they left, but warned us not to go near the Grand Buddha Temple, where the mage was not from their own tribe and was very grumpy.

We were amazed, but we said yes.

There was no electricity in the village, and by 8 p.m., except for the unextinguished firewood in the stove, there was basically no light in all directions. This little girl named Mo Dan is very cute, she wears flowers on her head, dresses in festive costumes, hums a little tune constantly, and dances with us in a national dance, like a happy deer. Miscellaneous Xiaodao and I always tease her, and she is even happier, clumsily showing everything she has learned. Miscellaneous Xiaodao secretly told me that it would be nice if he had such a lovely daughter. When it was all dark, Du Ruoga and her man brought a large handful of dry, sun-scented straw and spread it evenly on the floor for us to get ready to rest.

The night was getting darker, and the rain forest was hot and humid, but the village was in the middle of the two mountains, and the cool breeze was on the side of the stream, and it was not very uncomfortable to enter through the cracks in the wooden planks.

After a day of wild animals, the fat worm finally thought of going home, slipped in through the gap, and then according to my wishes, the owner of this shack and Wu Gang were all stunned.

This trick was once used by the fat worm on the soulless Agen.

As we walked out of the shack, the whole village fell into silence and darkness, except for the end of the village, where there was a faint light in the middle of the mountainside. It is the Grand Buddha Temple, the only place in the entire village where you can afford to use an oil lamp. The tiger cat rests on a protruding piece of wood, like an owl, with bright eyes. We are very strange, since it is a Buddhist temple, why did the monks we met at the entrance of the village not stay here, but left in a hurry? However, there are Yao Yuan and No. 105 stone we are looking for, so we can't care about these many things, we have to go there and have a look.

In such a strange place, we were naturally cautious, and the little demon Duoduo also emerged from the locust wood sign on my chest, took a deep breath, and said that she liked this place very much.

In fact, this place is loved by all the little things, except for me and me.

Out of the shack, we walked along the road in the village, the road was grassy, there were thorns beside it, and on the left and right were thatched huts in the moonlight, and from all sides came the sound of insects, squeaking...... And from the shack came the dull roars of men and women, and the miscellaneous hairy trail chuckled softly, saying that mountain villages without nightlife seem to have only such a kind of entertainment, which makes single young people embarrassed?

We thought we would walk peacefully all the way to the Grand Buddha Temple, but before we could go 50 meters, we were shot to the head by three men.

Lord Tiger Fur gloated and translated for us, saying that these were the secret posts of ambush in the village—in the deep mountains of the Golden Triangle, these mountain people were naturally not as alert as sheep in the small mountain village at home. These people are saying, squat down with your head in your hands, or you will shoot. We were helpless, hugged our heads and bowed down, and squatted in place. Three people came up with guns, wanting to check on us, and still muttering, but before they were close to three meters, two fell to the ground, one stood upright, and there was a little demon floating behind him, stretching out a white tender finger to resist him.

Golden Silkworm Gu and Little Demon Duoduo, the two little guys are naturally not easy to match.

However, due to the lack of reminders from the tiger cat, the mobile post in the village clashed with us, and it is estimated that we will not be able to appear in this village again tomorrow. But it doesn't matter, we hurry to the Gelang Buddha Temple on the mountainside, and find Yao Yuan directly, or run to the old forest to stay for half the night. With the lesson just now, we let the fat bugs and little demons explore the way ahead, and even the tired tiger cat also caught up with the sky for us.

With these magical sentinels present, we made our way through countless shacks and bushes to a small Burmese-style temple.

It is the only stone building in the entire mountain village, with a small stupa that is nothing more than the rustic stonemasons we see in Yangon and Tachili in terms of artistic and architectural value. However, when we walked to the bottom of the mountain road of this Grand Temple, we looked up at this black shadow, and there was an indescribable depression in our hearts.

It's not the building itself that imposes it on us, it's the people inside.

The fat bugs and the little demon duoduo all stopped at the bottom of the hillside, no longer advancing, and the tiger cat became serious, fluttering its wings and circling around the periphery. I looked at each other and took a resolute step forward, slowly approaching the temple. Before I entered, I smelled a fresh fragrance coming from inside, the strange smell of flowers mixed with incense candles. The fat bugs and the little demon Duoduo returned one after another, no longer floating outside. I walked slowly along the footsteps of the miscellaneous path, and did not enter the temple gate, but listened outside.

There was a faint chanting of Sanskrit.

In our sight, the candlelight kept flickering and jumping, as if the wind was gently stirring it. And the sound of chanting the Buddha is as ethereal as smoke, and it lingers faintly in our hearts. If it weren't for this silent night, I would have felt happy. However, when we listened for a while, we felt that the whole world was a little shaky, as if we were being hypnotized. Miscellaneous Xiaodao couldn't help it, the two-meter-high earthen wall, he jumped up along the mud, jumped on the wall at once, and then turned over, and then there was a muffled snort.

I was excited, turned back a few meters, and made a sprint up the wall, only to see the miscellaneous trail fall into a small black pit.

Why is this guy so back?

I didn't have time to think about anything else, I turned over and jumped to the side of the small black pit, but as soon as my feet landed, I felt that the ground under my feet was moving, and I was about to pull out, when I felt that the sky was spinning, and my feet were empty, and my whole body suddenly fell, and I fell heavily on the damp floating soil in the pit. As soon as I put my hand on the ground, I felt a fishy sweet wind blowing in my face. The peachwood sword of the shaggy trail swept past me, stabbed forward, and something retreated.

I opened my eyes and saw a pair of bulb-like eyes five meters in front of me, staring straight at us.