One more weird thing.
Chen Xuehan didn't know Tibet. He came to Tibet after he changed his career as a soldier. He stayed in Nagqu for more than a year and in Medog for three years, but he was only there.
Back then, the difficulty level was beyond people's imagination, but once you get used to it, you will often find reasons for yourself to stay.
The same goes for Chen Xuehan. His knowledge of Tibet is limited to what he has seen. The reason for staying there is just habit.
In his eyes, listing everything in Tibet in words is a kind of abandonment. He doesn't need to know about Tibet, because Tibet is not a concept to him, he likes the place itself, not the name. He did not agree with the visitors who talked about admiring the mysterious culture of Tibet. Why come here? The reason is in the fresh and thin air, in the vast snow-capped mountains, in the snowy wilderness that is as quiet as heaven, not in those exaggerated legends.
In the early years, he earned a little ghee and mutton by occasionally helping the locals as part-time laborers and as a porter. After arriving in Medog, he opened a dilapidated restaurant. In those days, there were not so many people with money and brains who came to Tibet to find the meaning of life. Most of his guests were military relatives visiting relatives and border guards from local military stations.
Eight months of the year in Medog, the mountains are covered by heavy snow, and the mountains of Duoxiongla are fiercely snowed. During the months when the mountains are covered by heavy snow, there are very few guests. He lives alone in the back of the restaurant. Few would disturb his tranquility.
He didn't know where his desire to escape from the world came from, perhaps because he dreamed of standing on top of a snow-capped mountain when he was a child, it was a kind of extraordinary peace, so he came after it.
However, not every year he can enjoy this kind of tranquility, and that winter was an exception.
That winter seemed to be very long. Chen Xuehan couldn't remember how many months it was. He only remembered that it had snowed for three days in a row. When he got up in the morning to clear the snow, he saw a lama standing in front of his restaurant.
This is the lama of Jila Monastery. It seems that his name is Zhaji. He secretly begged for wine with Chen Xuehan in his early years. Jila Temple is a lama temple on the snow mountain. Chen Xuehan often went there when he was a porter, and he was very familiar with the lamas in the temple. It takes half a day to get here from Gila Temple. At that time, the sky was slightly bright, and the snow had not stopped. Zhaji was covered with ice flowers, obviously it was a mountain at night. Even for a lama who is familiar with mountain roads, it is very dangerous to go down the mountain at night in the heavy snow. Chen Xuehan thought that something must have happened that made him have to go down overnight.
The lama seemed to have exhausted all his strength and stood there unresponsive. Chen Xuehan asked him what was wrong in a rather blunt Tibetan language.
The lama didn't answer him, only said: "Please bring me a meal, anything is fine, I have to hurry."
Chen Xuehan asked him: "Where to go?" The lama said: "I am going to Mapu Temple." Mapu Temple is a large temple outside of Medog. Chen Xuehan was very surprised, because it is extremely dangerous to climb the Duoxiongla Mountain this season. Even if there is a very good reason, he should wait for the snow to stop and find someone to go with him. The mountain road was no longer visible.
So Chen Xuehan let the lama into the house, prepared a few highland barley nests for him, and asked him if something happened in the temple.
The lama secretly asked him how many jugs of wine he wanted, and then he said, "That's right, Master, I'm going to the Mapu Monastery to tell them that the guest is back."
Chen Xuehan felt very strange when he heard this: "Guest? Where are you from? Guests coming? What guests?"
In this season, how could anyone enter Medog? What's more, it is even more strange to go to a temple on a snowy mountain. The lama shook his head, wrapped the highland barley in his nest and said, "I heard from the master, it's a guest from the snowy mountains. I don't know who it is." The
lama's Tibetan had a strange accent, and Chen Xuehan sounded strange It's not the taste, Zhaji must be a foreigner and was sent here by his parents to be a lama. Although Gila Temple is not a big temple, the lamas there are famous wise men in this area. Many people send their sons to this temple in the snow-capped mountains to learn great wisdom.
Guests from the snow-capped mountains, this may be a secret statement. Many of the lama's words are obscure and difficult to understand, and there are deep roots in them.
Chen Xuehan knew that he didn't understand what was going on in the temple, and it was rude to ask more questions, so he helped the lama pack the package and put away the wine and food.
According to his habit, he walked with Zaji for a while and helped him carry the package. This was also a way of worshipping Buddha. Although Chen Xuehan did not believe in Buddhism, he enjoyed the peaceful atmosphere in this way.
The snow is a little smaller, and the Duoxiongla Mountains in the distance are plain white, blending with the gray clouds and sky. They didn't speak, listening to the sound of stepping on the snow. After walking for an hour, the lama stopped. Chen Xuehan couldn't help but asked if it would be more appropriate to go with a few villagers.
The lama smiled at Chen Xuehan, shook his head and said, "Don't worry, I will definitely make everything go well." He said very peacefully, although he was very tired, his heart was full of joy. After he finished speaking, he saluted Chen Xuehan, meaning to say goodbye.
Chen Xuehan bowed back to him, but he was a little puzzled in his heart. What happened in the Lama Temple to make this little Lama show such a peaceful look?
He was a little distracted, and quietly watched Zhaji go away. Suddenly, the little lama turned around and said something to him. He didn't understand what that meant. That sentence was blown away in the snow. By the time he tried to catch up, the lama had disappeared into the snow, as if it had never existed.
These two things happened in two places that are thousands of miles apart. However, the secrets of the two things, when detailed, are incredible. What kind of connection does no one else know exist between the underground tombs in the Central Plains and the visitors in the snowy regions of Tibet? The biggest mystery in Chinese history hidden behind this will be solved because of this opportunity.