Chapter 115 Zhuoma Girl

At nine o'clock in the morning, everyone set out and went straight west. The road around the mountain was very flat and wide. Soon after walking through a mountain pass, Gangren Buqin Mountain appeared on everyone's right hand side, followed by a slow uphill road, which was a little difficult. Soon I saw a Mani pile full of prayer flags.

It takes about two kilometers to enter the canyon from Taqin, and it is not far away to reach the 4750-meter-high pagoda, which is the mountain gate that must pass around the mountain.

Zhou Xirui and several people came out of the pagoda and extended to the Laqu River Valley. Walking along the bottom of the canyon, the road is very wide and flat. Many places need to wade across the river. Atso sighed, "It was the high-top cowhide boots that saved me. This road is too fucking difficult to go."

After walking nine kilometers, they can finally see the Qugu Temple, which is an important Buddhist relic. After walking through the Qugu Temple, continue along the west coast. Most of the roads need to be watered.

On the way, I was surprised to see a tent shop where I could rest. It was opened by a Sichuan couple. Everyone decided to rest or stay here.

The second temple that must pass through the next day: Zhere Temple. Then they only walked four kilometers, crossed a river, and arrived at the legendary burial ground. There are many Mani piles here, and there are many clothes abandoned by pilgrims, because this symbolizes a death and is said to save people from a reincarnation. However, they don't have clothes to throw away. Everyone only brings a set of clothes and trousers to keep out the cold.

After walking out of the heavenly burial platform, it was all uphill. Although the mountain road was not difficult to walk, the height soared to 5700 meters. The oxygen content in the air is getting lower and lower, and Zhou Xirui's chest seems to be no longer air, but a sticky metal, heavy and depressing.

The ribs seem to have turned into an octopus, tightly wrapped around the lungs, making it impossible to expand freely as usual. His mind was full of flint, and Venus appeared randomly with a shake, and his eyes were swollen and uncomfortable.

I can't wait to pick it out, wipe it around with cold snow water, and then put back into the narrow eyes. Zhou Xirui's lips are blue and purple, as if he had just finished eating mulberry. I don't know when I began to feel a little dizzy. I feel very cold, as if I have a fever.

Everyone panicked, and Xiaopei found a thermometer and said, "Ouch! It's 38 degrees," she said anxiously, and her voice was a little choked. Several people knew that it was likely to kill Xiao Rui. Everyone was very anxious but couldn't find a good solution.

"As long as you pray sincerely, Buddha will take care of you." A girl's voice is not very proficient in Chinese. It was this plateau girl who saved Zhou Xirui's life. Her name is Zhuoma. She is 28 years old and lives on the outskirts of Lhasa. She came to return to the mountain after her father's recovery.

So, Zhou Xirui was carried by Zhong Yueming, and everyone followed the strange Tibetan girl to Zunpu Temple. When he arrived at Zunpu Temple, Zhou Xirui had had a high fever again. Zhuoma carried a few bottles of ghee and asked several people to take him to the edge of the Changming lamp in the temple, signaling Zhong Yueming to help him add a small spoon of ghee to all the Changming lamps that his arms could reach.

Zhou Xirui looked at Zhuoma doubtfully and did not move. He doesn't believe that it will make him better. Zhuoma stopped talking and looked unhappy. Whether he wanted to or not, she almost dragged him to add oil one by one. Zhou Xirui was already a little confused when he finished adding lamp oil, "Let's make a wish"! Zhuoma ordered that when Zhong Yueming held him and made a wish, he had fallen asleep.

When he woke up, the red temple gate of Zunpu Temple had been closed, and the temple was silent. He found himself snuggled on the porch of Zunpu Temple, wrapped in a sheepskin coat. And Acuo and the others were quietly waiting by their side. When they saw themselves wake up, they were all surprised.

"Seeing Busang reciting the six-character true scripture, and then kowtow to wait for his long head." Zhuoma saw him wake up and came to tell him. She said, "You must buckle your head from the sun sets, and tap until the sun rises, so that you will recover tomorrow. If you can't, I'll knock for you!"

Zhou Xirui was sincerely shocked by the Zhuoma girl in front of him. Is this the charm of religion? She kowtowed calmly and waited for her long head, muttering the Six-character True Sutra. Zhou Xirui's eyes began to blur with tears, and he began to believe that there were gods in the land of Tibet.

He knew that he could not be included here, because he did not believe in this matter of God and Buddha, so he would never wait for a night because a friend's illness. But on this night, Zhuoma's piety gave her unprecedented warmth, resisted the cold of the night, and resisted her inner fear.

The sun came out on the fourth day, Zhou Xirui's fever really subsided and his feet did not hurt, although his body was still a little weak. When he came out of the tent, he saw Zhuoma's tired face and really wanted to hug the girl in front of him, but he would not be so reckless. He said to Zhuoma gratefully, "I'm fine, thank you!"

That afternoon, the glow was shining. Zhou Xirui came out for a walk alone. Zhuoma came over on a beautiful white horse: "Do you want to ride a real horse?" Before he could react, he had been held on his chest by Zhuoma like a sheep. Zhou Xirui sighed that the Tibetan woman was really tough.

On one side of the grassland is a huge slowly rising hillside. On the hillside is the infinitely transparent blue sky of Tibet, and several trees are covered with prayer flags. The wind blew by his face, and the blood around him was bumped, but it boiled up because of a woman's arms. His ankle was sharpened by the stir-and, but his heart was surrounded by emotion.

It was the first time in my life that my body was hugged like this, and the warmth quickly permeated my body. Zhuoma's tears fell one by one and fell on Zhou Xirui's neck, cold. Suddenly, the horse stopped with a hiss. Zhuoma turned his head and said in unskilled Chinese, "Stay!"

Zhou Xirui knows that he can't stay. He already has a Yangzong in his heart. She is so stubbornly waiting on the shore of Qinghai Lake, and she can't stay anywhere now. He can't settle himself down. A wandering heart has no concept of family, and it is also a person who can neither be responsible nor dares to promise. He can only leave. Zhuoma's disappointed eyes and distant back were forever branded in the depths of Zhou Xirui's memory at that moment.