Chapter 29: Ice Burial Land

The magic stick explained to me: "Ice burial is a special funeral method for ethnic minorities in Tibet, that is, to put the deceased on a cold snowy mountain, and then it will not take long to be covered with ice and snow as part of the iceberg. Because the body is extremely cold, it will not be destroyed. In ancient times This kind of funeral method was once very popular.

I nodded, and then the magic stick continued to say, "I guess we have gone wrong. This kind of place may be the place where the Kingdom of Shambhala specializes to bury the dead. The yin is too heavy. No wonder those snow ghosts will come out to harm people. My old man once said that the snow mountain ice corpses they found in those years was probably There are dozens, but ask the monkey, there are at least hundreds of corpses we saw, one by one frozen in the ice like bacon, and there are more inside. We didn't dare to walk inside, so we came back directly.

I nodded. It seems that we have really made a mistake. This should be the place where the Kingdom of Shambhala buried our ancestors. If we want to go there, we must pass through these piles of dead people, but if we go down the mountain and take a detour, I'm afraid it will take more than ten days, because not every snowy mountain has a road, and I'm big. I took a look with binoculars. There are only two roads here. One is opposite the mountain. That should be the way for the living, and this should be the way for the dead.

I looked at the sun that was getting westward, and then explained the situation to Professor Taylor. I hope we can take a detour, and I said what I thought, but as soon as Professor Taylor heard that there was an ice burial group, his eyes lit up and he didn't leave. He insisted on going to see it, and I looked at the excitement in his eyes. Even eight horses can't be pulled back now. Let me look at the time. There is still more than an hour and it is estimated that it will be dark. If you don't go down the mountain now, I'm afraid it will be difficult to go down for a while.

In addition, Professor Taylor insisted on studying ice burial, so I had to promise him that we must break through here. I hope Professor Taylor will not kill us here. Then I told Professor Taylor's idea to several people about the magic stick. It doesn't matter. After all, it doesn't matter if there are too many dead people. I'm just worried about the appearance of snow ghosts.

Then I nodded and planned to persuade Professor Taylor. If it really doesn't work, I really need to use a strong one this time. Anyway, I must not let Professor Taylor go to see those ice burials. Otherwise, when it's dark and those snow ghosts come out, I'm afraid none of us can run away.

I thought about this and turned my head to discuss with Professor Taylor, but when I looked around, I didn't find Professor Taylor's figure. The doctor thumped and knew that it was broken. The old man must have heard our conversation just now, so he went to the ice burial place alone and must find it back as soon as possible. OK. Thinking of this, I quickly let everyone act and walk towards the ice burial place.

Sure enough, when I turned the hillside, I saw a familiar figure about 200 meters away on the snow. I quickly shouted loudly, hoping that Professor Taylor could come back, but at this time, the cold wind was cold. As soon as I opened my mouth, a cold wind poured into my mouth, which made my tongue numb and I couldn't speak at all. After that, I also stopped shouting, quickly put on a cold mask and caught up with it.

I didn't expect Professor Taylor to walk quite fast. We hurried and walked for about half an hour to catch up with him. At this time, Professor Taylor blushed and breathed with a respirator as she walked. It seemed that she almost didn't want her life to see the ice burial. I spoke to him loudly, but as if he didn't hear it, he kept pricking his head and walking forward. Before long, a huge ice hole appeared in front of us.

The ice cave seemed to be very wide, just on the edge of the cliff. I looked carefully. There was a corpse in the ice cave, which looked almost like a living person. It was very dark here, and the cold seemed to be several degrees lower than outside. I discussed it with several monkeys and looked at Professor Taylor's face. The excited look knows that it is impossible for us to pull him back now.

Then I took a closer look at the terrain here. This ice cave seems to be formed naturally, just like a cave. It can be about four or 500 meters long. It is dark inside. On the left side is leaning on the mountain body, and on the right side is a cliff. I looked at it with my telescope and found that the end of this ice cave should be the road I saw halfway up the mountainside, if it is true. Then it's not impossible for us to pass through here before it's dark.

But what worries me most is the snow ghost. Once the snow ghost appears, I'm afraid all of us will die in this cave. Moreover, the bodies in the cave look dense and can't be seen at a glance. These bodies are very strange. They wear different clothes in different seasons. Men, women and children have what they look like. Some people don't have heads. Some people don't have arms, but they all maintain a posture, that is, they are like Buddha. Sitting on the ground with a handprint plate.

Although I was a little surprised how these people made it like this, it was too late. Professor Taylor had strode into the ice cave and held a magnifying glass in his hand. He was carefully looking at the first body. The body was an old man who looked more than 60 years old and died. He looked very well. His face turned blue and purple, and it seemed that he was frozen here a few days after his death.

They wear a set of plain clothes, but a Tangka is painted on his chest. In fact, the so-called Tangka is a kind of unique painting art in Tibet. Most of them are painted on animal skin or cloth. In ancient times, there were technologies such as felt wool. Although the old man wore coarse wool clothes, Tangka on his chest is very clear, wrapped in a thick layer of ice, and he can't see clearly.

Professor Taylor swept down the white cold air on the ice, and a complete ice burial body appeared in front of us. Saraye quickly took out the camera from his backpack and kept taking pictures. Under the action of the flash, there was an almost strange light in the ice burial group. Several of us looked at it. Professor Taylor observed carefully with a magnifying glass and sighed as he looked at it. At this time, he had already swept away the discomfort of the plateau reaction just now and looked very excited.

After observing for a while, Professor Taylor stood up happily and then said to us, "It's so great. Is this the Kingdom of Shambhala? At this time, the biggest discovery of this century is that it is hard to imagine that thousands of years ago, these people had mastered this difficult embroidery craft. Look at Tangka in front of him, which is simply the most exquisite work of art in the world.

I didn't have time to let Professor Taylor observe these things and quickly walked to him and said, "Professor Taylor, look, it's getting late. Now the most important thing for us is to go down the mountain quickly, or cross this ice hole in one breath and go down the mountain from that path. Here With so many bodies, I'm afraid that once it's dark, we will encounter unimaginable things, so I advise you'd better go with us as soon as possible.

Professor Taylor nodded and said, "Well, I know you are worried about our safety. Since you just said you were going to pass it from the ice burial cave, let's go." I was choked by this old guy. Why couldn't this old guy hear my advice to go down the mountain just now? Just as I looked back at several people and motioned them to knock the old guy unconscious, several people looked at me helplessly. I was a little surprised. Looking back, Professor Taylor had been in the ice cave for a long time.

I'm very anxious. It seems that this old guy really won't stop killing a few people today. Thinking of this, I quickly chased it in. Almost all of them are corpses, half a meter away. They are very neat and densely placed in the ice cave. What does the death of these people look like? Even I feel a little shocking when I see them. How heavy is the yin of so many bodies? It's strange that this kind of place doesn't take a long time.

These people behind me saw me chased in, and then walked into the ice cave. I walked about ten meters and finally caught up with Professor Taylor. It was not because I ran more than him, but because the bodies were very close along the way. I didn't want to be unlucky, so I tried to avoid these bodies. When I finally caught up with Professor Taylor, Grab Professor Taylor's arm: "Professor, do you want to kill us all?"

Professor Taylor turned around and smiled at me and said, "Mr. Wenlong, aren't they just some corpses? I'm scared to think that we have seen more ancient corpses in Egypt. Are they so superstitious at such a young age?

I shook my head and said anxiously, "It's not my rice noodles. I just told you that the snow leopard happened here last night. If you don't want to kill us, go down the mountain with us quickly. It should be too late to go down the mountain now. Otherwise, I'm afraid all of us will be killed by you."

I'm a little anxious, but after all, this is the truth. In case a snow ghost really appears, I'm afraid none of us can run out. At that time, these foreigners don't care, but what about the monkeys? Didn't you take your life for nothing?

When Professor Taylor saw that I was anxious, he gently shook my hand and said, "It doesn't matter. It really doesn't matter. Look, where can you say you take a snow ghost? Besides, this ice cave is only a few hundred meters. What's really going on? Let's rush out together and go out soon. Seeing that he was so relaxed, I just wanted to say a few words when I heard a strange sound behind him.