Under the influence of Confucianism, most of the Central Plains areas are reserved and elegant, but the people here are enthusiastic and unrestrained, which makes us feel happy from the bottom of our hearts.
The old man Danba also prepared a bonfire party for us. The young men and women sang enthusiastically around the bonfire, and they seemed not to be afraid of the cold. The men even took off their shirts and bare their arms, exposing their dark backs.
They sang a strange song, majestic and tragic, like a warrior holding a spear, one man and one horse, fighting a bloody battle into the mighty enemy army.
It should be a local folk song, but I always don't understand it at all.
Lao Jiang's face became more and more serious, as if he could understand these Tibetan words. I noticed something was wrong and asked him what was wrong.
Lao Jiang only replied to me with one sentence: "King Gesar, they are singing about King Gesar..."
"King Gesar?"
I was about to ask Lao Jiang what he meant, when Mou Xiangyi suddenly shouted: "Don't touch!"
The person he called was Mingyue Ye, and in front of Mingyue Ye was a small tower made of stones. On the tower hung strips of triangular colored flags, which should be prayer flags, with twisted spells written on them.
"I didn't touch it, I was just curious about what it was."
Mingyue Ye immediately retracted her hand and explained slyly.
It turned out that there was such a strange stone tower in the east, west, north and south of the tent, which aroused her curiosity.
But after looking at it for a long time, she didn’t know what it was, let alone what its use was.
Mou Xiangyi frowned. He was not going to tell us, but he found that we were all ready to make a move. He was afraid that we would do something, so he had to whisper: "My friends, when you come here, do as the Romans do! The herdsmen here have their own unique way of doing things. Customs such as walking around the sacred mountain, worshiping the sacred lake, hanging colorful prayer flags, sky burial, etc., and finally placing the Mani pile.”
"The one in front of us is the Manidui, which they use for their sacrifices. In June and July every year, they will offer fresh cheese and wine to the Manidui, and then hold a grand bonfire party to worship their Patronus."
"The patron saint of each place is different. Did you hear the songs those men and women sang when they were drinking? Their patron saint is King Gesar."
I seemed to have vaguely heard of this name before, and Luotuo asked in a loud voice: "Who is it?"
After hearing Luo Tuo's words, Mou Xiangyi immediately hissed, as if he thought Luo Tuo's tone was extremely disrespectful to King Gesar.
Luo Tuo looked at me and Lao Jiang in confusion, wondering why Mou Xiangyi was so cautious.
Lao Jiang briefly explained to him: "King Gesar is the greatest hero in the hearts of Tibetans! According to legend, a long time ago, a large number of demons appeared in this land. The son of God, Tui Bagawa, sympathized with the suffering of all living beings. , transformed into a knight, came to the world resolutely, and fought against the demons. "
"He beheaded a demon king in the first battle and became famous in the grasslands. He became a king through horse racing and established the most powerful Ling Kingdom at that time in a snowstorm! But his legend did not end. His life They are all leading their thirty generals to fight in the north and south, and finally completely eliminate the demons and return to the divine world. "
"Isn't this a mythical figure?" Luo Tuo said.
"Yes!" Lao Jiang nodded: "The story of King Gesar is not recorded in any document. It has been passed down orally through the divine singers for thousands of years. But even so, King Gesar is still a local legend. A hero in people’s hearts is irreplaceable.”
After listening to what Lao Jiang said, I looked at Mou Xiangyi, wondering if Lao Jiang was right.
But I saw Mou looking towards Yixi, as if he was looking for something in the crowd.
Finally, he had no choice but to ask old man Danba, who was already a little drunk: "Where has he gone? Has he not come back yet?"
Mou Xiangyi spoke in Tibetan, which I couldn’t understand, so Lao Jiang was there to translate for us.
Judging from this, he should be asking the mysterious guide.
Old man Danba waved his hand: "The yaks are herding. They will be back soon!"
After hearing this, Mou Xiangyi finally felt relieved, but he did not return to the campfire to continue dancing. Instead, he stood alone outside the cold pasture, waiting silently for the guide.
Lao Jiang and I were also very curious, so we chased after him.
Banban was holding the bronze cauldron and chewing the remaining mutton. When he saw me leaving, he immediately followed me with the cauldron.
On the bright moon night, they also followed quickly.
Now almost the entire team was watching the fun.
Although we were standing in the harsh northwest wind, not to mention, after drinking kumis and eating hot roast lamb, our whole body felt like a stove was lit, and we didn't feel cold at all.
While everyone was waiting and chatting, I asked Mou Xiangyi, who was that guide?
It's already arrived at someone else's door, do you still need to hide it?
Mou Xiangyi remained tight-lipped and only said that I would understand when I meet the person.
Moo! Moo!
Finally, under the bright moonlight, hundreds of yaks rolled spectacularly from the other side of the grassland.
Their whole body hair is as shiny as black satin, their western limbs are strong, and their two big curved horns are majestic.
Under the moonlight, it looks like a black tide, which makes people feel a little dazed.
There is a chubby little girl riding on the front yak. She is wearing red clothes with a furry collar and cuffs. She wears a small felt hat on her head and puts her hands in the wide plush sleeves. Only a chubby little face was exposed.
Her little face was tanned, and there were a pair of plateau red dimples on her cheeks.
This girl is very small, only about thirteen years old. I don't know if she has met some happy event. I heard her singing from a long distance away.
As soon as he saw this herd of yaks, Mou Xiangyi was overjoyed and shouted to us: "Our guide is here, this trip to Gongga Snow Mountain will be sure of success!"
Lao Jiang and I looked around and found that apart from the fat girl, there were only yaks left.
Where is the guide?
Especially since Mingyue Ye had already put on a show of asking for justice: "Expert Mou, are you trying to make fun of us? You actually plan to let a yak take a group of us into the snowy mountains to die?"
"What a yak, you are mistaken, our guide is her!"
Following the direction of Mou Xiangyi's finger, the girl riding on the yak suddenly came into view.
Now I looked closer and saw that this girl was obviously darker and fatter...
The fat girl could actually speak Chinese. She slid off the yak and opened her mouth, revealing her neat white teeth: "Hello, you can call me little black cow."
I looked her up and down. Is this the person Mou Xiangyi said was chosen by God? Is she really here to be our guide?
I didn’t notice it if I was chosen by God, but it’s really dark.
